I did it. I booked my ticket. Changed my mind last second, too. But staying flexible is part of the journey I guess. I have the feeling that it might turn out well, nevertheless.
The apartment gets more empty each day. I sold my couch, a dresser, and I’m trying to get rid of some other things, too. Like the washing mashine. Honestly, these things should be interior. Nobody wants to carry 80 kg out of the 5th floor and into the 3rd. I hope we can leave the kitchen for the next tenants. I really don’t see myself hauling that out of there. Sounds more like a job for professionals to me anyways.
Well, and all the way, I’m trying not to go nuts. Leaving behind a well established way of life really IS hard. There is no other way to put it.
I also think I might need a new backpack. A bigger one. Not because I think I’m not able to make it work with 30+10 L, but because I heard someone say:
You should not only pack what you need, but also what makes you feel yourself.
And especially if you’re heading out for a long journey, I suppose. So the swing dancer packed her dancing shoes. You get the idea.