Alarm clock. The Last Goodbye by Billy Boyd.
The mood is set. The last morning, the last breakfast, the last drive on German streets.
My bag is packed. I know that well, as I finished filling it only before midnight. The last day was chaotic. Caused by a chain of unfortunate events my actual travel bag will go on the adventure of flying alone. Meanwhile I got a (pretty flash looking) substitution bag. But that one has already vanished in the guts of the airport. So the actual bag will be sent to the first hostel I will stay at for the first days in Wellington. All cool, not as nice, but cool… 😀
My (transitional) travel gear
My last diary entry at home was mostly made out of a list of people I met yesterday. Who I held tight. Who I like.
I didn’t make it to see everybody and didn’t manage to see everybody in person. But with a little more time I wouldn’t want to miss out on that. To drink a few coffees more and to let the hugs last a little longer.
I think the most intense parting has been the one from my Audi (the one from my parents is yet to come) as I will not see him again…
My parents…
Instead this morning my heart has been warmed considerably looking at the long absence in front. I will miss you all!!
Now I am sitting at the airport. Opposite my parents. My stomach digests fastfood. The final moments could be shared better than with a display in the middle, but they will read this significant post as well.
Slowly it gets to me, how incomprehensible all this is. I will get on that plane in a minute and..Goodbye.
I am GONE.
This entry I decide to end with a cliffhanger. More details I will tell you in 50 hours of traveling…
Fact: From this day on I won’t be contactable on my smartphone anymore. No Whatsapp, no push notifications, no ongoing reachability. (In New Zealand I will still have a phone number, but only for the classic SMS and phonecalls. 🙂 )
This is an experiment I am looking forward to. My emails, Facebook and the blog I will still be able to access. Just not ALWAYS. 😉
