This is the last night before I will be one of those people on the road looking all professional on my bike (even though I have no idea what I am doing).Tomorrow, my tour de france begins.
There is always this very special last evening - no matter if you just went away for the weekend or you move out of a house you lived in for twenty years. Suddenly, it is ... the very last day. And you try to grasp the fact that the next time you go to bed, you wil be somewhere else.
There is always this last night.
Thirteen years of school. And then, suddenly, I danced at my graduation party and wondered: Are we grown-ups now?
Moved into the first own apartment. And I blink, and I moved out again and the last night in my special place, I tried to inhale the feeling of the room I love.
Tonight it is this: I worked at the Surf Hostel for a few weeks now. It's my third summer here. When I arrived at the End of August, I met a few other volunteers who were packing up their things and I thought: "Everything's still ahead of me - yay! So much time."
And here I am. This is the last night and I have to say good bye to the cutest village on earth, the loveliest beach - and these awesome people. It's sad.
But the "last night" has one important characteristic: It is always only hours away from the "first morning". I hate change because it takes me away from people I need and places I enjoy. And I love change, because it brings me to more people and places I will adore.
There is always a "first morning". Can't wait to see what the next two weeks bring.
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| This is how you look like the night before you go on a 1300 km bike trip. Thank God, I am surrounded by my awesome roomies. |
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