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. ๐Ÿฃ 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. ; )
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