After my suitcase was already an piece of my room furniture, I started finally to unpack this huge thing. Deep inside of mine I feel now a bit empty and I guess my room as well. Probably this suitcase was a metopher of not losing the experienced, but now it feels like it´s over.
I have to say that it wouldn´t bother me if my suitcase would be still near to me, in my visinity.
I only unpacked it, inasmuch as I will fly to serbia to my best friend in a few days.
I actually don´t know what to write. I wanted to write an final text about my exchange year, how I changed and what I experienced, but I don´t feel to write about it. Firstly because I would starting crying again if I will think back about everything (and I cryed enough in the last four weeks) and secondly I somehow want this experience to be mine.
If somebody is asking how my exchange was I just answer "awesome", my exchangeyear was in every single way the best adventure I made so far.
“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay
there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can
find again only by going back there.” - Pascal Mercier
I´m thankful about everything. Thank you all for being there for me. Thank you for making my dream of an exchangeyear came true and thank you for all the momories which will stay in my mind.
I miss you/Ma igatsen teid
Grace
