I've started packing my stuff.
Three boxes are already on their way to Portugal by post. What's left is quickly finfing its place in my suitcase. The hundreds of pages that stressed me for the past months during the exam period are already in the recycle container... the walls of my bedroom became naked and the drawers empty...
I only have 3 more days left in Aarhus, and to be honest I'm not panicking at all.
It's a strange feeling. A mixture of relief and sorrow. Relief because I've been here for 11 months (5 whole months straight) and I miss a lot of things that I know I will meet soon - my family, my friends, my hometown, Lisbon, the underground, going to the cinema at least twice every week, speak portuguese... (até pastéis de bacalhau!!!)
Sorrow because I'm leaving behind friends I made, people I met that touched me, places I got used to, my bike, my room, the campus, experiences I shared with others that lasted so many months... a lot can happen in 11 months, specially in a situation like this.
So yeah, it feels like shit all this moving crap, not because of the material implications, but specifically because of the emotional ones.
But I know I have you waiting for me to comfort me and tell me everything is gonna be fine.
Three boxes are already on their way to Portugal by post. What's left is quickly finfing its place in my suitcase. The hundreds of pages that stressed me for the past months during the exam period are already in the recycle container... the walls of my bedroom became naked and the drawers empty...
I only have 3 more days left in Aarhus, and to be honest I'm not panicking at all.
It's a strange feeling. A mixture of relief and sorrow. Relief because I've been here for 11 months (5 whole months straight) and I miss a lot of things that I know I will meet soon - my family, my friends, my hometown, Lisbon, the underground, going to the cinema at least twice every week, speak portuguese... (até pastéis de bacalhau!!!)
Sorrow because I'm leaving behind friends I made, people I met that touched me, places I got used to, my bike, my room, the campus, experiences I shared with others that lasted so many months... a lot can happen in 11 months, specially in a situation like this.
So yeah, it feels like shit all this moving crap, not because of the material implications, but specifically because of the emotional ones.
But I know I have you waiting for me to comfort me and tell me everything is gonna be fine.
1 comment:
Dear, dear André!
Just wanted you to know that I was living through again this whole process of leaving while reading your note... Beijos og szeretlek!!!
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