Two weeks

In two weeks, I will have moved out of my room, got my deposit back, and be wandering around Heidelberg for the last time, with only a few hours until I go to the airport.

Last night I took most of the things that weren't photos (postcards, letters, ticket stubs etc) and half of the blu-tac off my walls (though THAT is a job I can't be bothered doing). My shelves are increasingly bare. This is becoming less of my room, and more just a room I'm keeping my stuff in. I can't imagine what it'll be like on my last day, when all I have in here is all I arrived with: my suitcase, rendez-vous bag, and my handbag, everything else having already been sent home. It's a really, really weird feeling.

It's not like I haven't moved house before. I moved house about a month before I moved to Germany, and there were similar feelings about packing everything up, and it not being my room any more (though as I feel that that room's where I did most of my growing up, I think it stayed my room until I said goodbye and walked out the front door). But I wasn't moving city. I can still go to my street, go and see all the places around where I lived. This is going to be different. I'm moving halfway across the world, and don't know when I'm going to come back.

Please continue to bear with me while this blog reflects the emotional rollercoaster that is my life :)