"Slowly approaching midnight, the moon is brighter than ever before. It feels as if it’s watching over me, and to be honest, it feels good – it’s calming.
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It's quite strange; here, its peaks point in the opposite direction. Someone must have taken it down and put it back wrong, probably.
The last sip of tea from my last mug, the last cigarette from my last pack, and this is really the last of the last moments when I say it aloud to myself, as if I didn’t hear it clearly enough the first time: Tomorrow, I’m heading home."
— Bandi Bognár
I love when someone can beautifully express heavy emotions. It’s calming. I don’t need to think about it.
My destination was only a 2.5-hour flight from home, I’ve only spent half a year here, it will only be midday, I’ll be drinking coffee, and I don’t even smoke – but these words capture exactly what I feel right now.
The passing of things, the end of something – as I’ve written about before – is always difficult for me, so I’m glad these lines have stayed with me since sometime over the summer.
In Malta, the rain is pouring down, everything is gloomy, and it will stay that way for another week. I’ve already written about my thoughts on that as well.
But on Monday, I still swam in the sea, basked in the sun with a coffee after every lunch, and said goodbye to everything more than once. Although this goodbye feels different from the others, because I know I’ll come back here many times.
A little reflection will come soon, so for now, I’ll enjoy one last tea.
