The last friends are hugged, the last laughs shared. What remains for the next few months are memories, digital exchange, and Uschi, my pocket sushi. đŖ Right now, I'm sitting in the check-in area and nervousness is spreading. My system is revolting one last time. Of course, I could take my things and turn around at any time. I already have that option. Well, music in my ears, waiting for check-in, then there's no turning back. The absence of options also allows for freely letting go, giving oneself up. ; )