The Treshold

So, now I think the time has come where I really do realize what's going on. Untill today, the whole moving to another country thing was a pretty nice thought and it was somewhat away, but now, 5 days before I enter the airplane, during packing things and cleaning up my room I somehow realised that's for real baby! And it's going to change my whole life. It's not vacation and it's not youth camp. You ... are ... actually ... moving ... thousands ... of ... miles ... away. Something like that echos constanly through my head.

The consequence: I need to grow up. I need to take respoonsibility and I need to care for my self. Of course I thought I did that already during my time in Salzburg - bullshit - it's nothing like that. An one-hour train ride and 20 € and I was home where someone took care for me if I needed it. But it's not going to happen now. I'm not really scared, I guess I'm more - hmm - sad. I need to pack my past into boxes and put it up in the attic. It's truely a strange feeling.

Anyhow, I think this feelings are neccessary in order to say goodbye to all and everything and close a really cool chapter in my life - but you know what, this means I'm also going to open another chapter and I'm fucking curious about what the author is going to write - hehe