I'm walking around, feeling some kind of out-of-body-experience. Walking between the cellar, the recycling station and my apartment, that is about to be somebody else's home for nine months. I am taking out, wrapping in, packing down. Everything with a robot motion. I don't really get emotional, 'cause I don't really understand what all this means.
But of course, it means that I am preparing for the big adventure to come. Everytime I realize that, I get a rush of exctiement, running through my body. So long clothes, books, pictures, what have you. We will see each other again. Don't feel sad if I won't be missing you, it's only because I will be in the middle of living my dream!