The Last Goodbye
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… ๐
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…
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. ๐ )
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. ๐