Closing that door

When does a trip really start? We left on Friday, July 1st, with the 20:44 train from Bremen to Munich. But I started leaving much earlier. It has been a long and subtle process that started months before. Already in May I was living what I defined in my conversations "a life in between": I am not really living my life in Bremen because my mind is completely focused on the trip, but I am not yet traveling. Some sort of limbo of the traveler. There is, however, a moment, that moment that sets off the beginning. And what a surprise, my moment was when I left my place, when I closed that door!

When my friend Julia asked me what I would have missed the most during this long trip, I answered "my flat". Waking up in my bed and looking out the window, reading the weather from the colour of the sky and the seasons from the foliage of that tree that is constantly changing while always remaining the same. Home is security, it is certainty, it is the place that guards our secrets. For me, this house in particular had an even greater meaning, since it helped me stay afloat in the most difficult year of my life. To close that door was to let go of my seatbelt and jump into the unknown of an adventure so great that I cannot even imagine it. I started leaving a long time ago, but closing that door marked the moment when there is no turning back. Once this door is closed, the world opens.

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