Here we go.
I left my bubble. My safe little healing hippie space of the past 4 years - on to new adventures!
After a glorious roof terrace party, last summer like days at the Bornos Lake, and the ultimate glass of wine at Carmen's I hit the road.
Sad I was. Oh how sad :( I am not very good at goodbyes. In fact, I suck at them. And as much as I love change, as much as I craved a change - I still felt heartbroken, leaving everything behind, even if it is just for 6 months.
I try to remember though "If you never say goodbye to the best things in your life, there are things you don't appreciate at all" (yes, it is from a cheesy Lighthouse Family Song :D).
So, yes I cried my way through the journey from Seville to Hamburg. I know, other people have no problems with saying goodbye or traveling (or at least they don't admit it) but I am a sensitive soul, and I usually allow myself to feel it, go through it, cry it all out, and then move on.