Hello
and it happens again.
again and again and again.
last month, today, net week, the week after, and the week after that week.
i have to pack and unpack my suitcase.
over and over again.
and everytime i start to pack or unpack it, theres this undescribable feeling in my mind, swapping all over me, my heart, my soul, my skin and my entire body.
it feels like i cant breath at all but at the same time it fees like theres too much air and i'm always so afraid and happy, a little nervous and at the same time super exited. i justs cant tell anybody why.
it is the feeling of going on a adventure, learning new things, making new connections, starting a new `mini life` in my òriginal`life, but at the same time, breaking up with old habits hurts, getting new ones hurts too, at least for a couple of days, weeks or months. but I know, it always changes your state of mind, and it always leaves marks, and theyll hurt when you go back home, but after a while you know, that this is the pain you want too feel. I want to get hurt by memories, by adventures i lived throught, by people i met. I know it'll hurt as soon as i come back but one day i tell those amazing stories that i wrote and where i took part in and i will know, IT WAS WORTH IT. IT IS WORTH IT AND IT WILL ALWAYS BE WORTH IT.
So I continue packing my suitcase,
packing and unpacking my suitcase is always such an big thing for me.
not because i dont know what to take with me,
well, probably that too, but way more because theres not just clothes in this suitcase, there are untold storys, there are adventures, knowledge, wisdom, understanding, the posibillity to grow out of your skin into a new one.
so i pack and unpack my little storys, my clothes and my expectations, thoughts and adventures and leave my home, my hometown and my homecountry. and when i come back i'll know, this in not the only place i can call a home.
there are so many places, austria and germany were my first homes i ever had but there's so much more. Theres Great Britain, theres Israel, Theres Canada, Bulgaria, Russia, theres the Carribbean, Africa and all the places i got friends. even if i werent there yet, i have a home there in the hearts of those people.
and I will NEVER stop making more homes. not out of cities, towns or countries.
my homes are the people who live there.
Ana from Brazil, even if I never was in Brazil, Jerry; Richard and Ricardo from China, even if i was never able to go to china and Jack from Korea. There are a dozen other people where i am home with and this is why it makes my so happy and sad ath the same time to see my suitcase.
there will be new people i get close to, but this also means there will be new farewells and goodbyes and we'll never know if we will see eachother ever again in life. and even if, it wont be the same anymore.
to travel is a enormous gift and its always so breathtaking but at the same time so fullfilling to me.
i can not imagine my life without those great eperiences i got throught traveling.
and soon, it happens again.
again and again and again.
tomorrow i go to spain with my pal Marius and I am super exited.
Farewell,
even if it hurts
Kathie
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