I've got that strange knotted feeling in my stomach again, caused by impending one-way flight. Tomorrow I will be hopping on a flight from Munich to Heathrow and am really struggling to process the fact that in just over 24 hours I will be back in the UK, with no set date for when I will leave again. I don't know quite what I'm feeling.
There's pressure to make the last couple of days amazing; expectations that are not always lived up to. Routine has continued as routine does. Everything is just as normal until I go to my room to fetch something and then remember it's somewhere in the depths of my suitcase.
The transition days are always the worst. I have been drifting around the house, with that unsettled feeling that prevents me from doing anything worthwhile with my time. It seems that everything can be prefixed by 'the last'. The last time in the cable car. The last visit to the Chiemsee. The last maths tutoring with T. It's all very difficult to comprehend.
Anyway. Enough of my confused ramblings. This is it: the last sentence of my last blog post from Germany... for a while at least.
