It is that time of the year again.
Packing, deciding what to take and what to leave behind, throwing things away and getting new ones. Thinking of what there was and what is to come.
The feeling is exactly the same as nine months ago: the only thing that is clear to me is that I'm nervous, and I can't decide whether I want to stay or if I want to go away.
Even though I'm constantly hoping for changes and my spirit doesn't seem to be confortable with a stable lifestyle, even though this time I have a general idea of what is ahead of me, this specific time change scares me.
It scares me because now I have two homes, or multiple homes depending on how you look at it. I'd rather go with the latter, as now a piece of you all is part of me too, and I know that wherever I will go you will also be there, not physically but in my heart (that beating muscle which I'm not especially fond of).
Because you have changed me. Germany and the Erasmus experience have changed me, and I've grown up much more than just 12 months or some centimiters under my waist.
This is not goodbye, it's just auf Wiedersehen.