Five days

Less than a week. Five. Five days. After five years. Now, it’s time to move on.

I’m not really sure how I feel about this whole thing right now. I’m a rollercoaster of emotions; farewells here and there, an infinite amount of cups of coffee and chats and meals and tears.

People. People showing me appreciation, love, kindness, help. People I’m gonna miss.

And the new. The new place, the new feelings, all the excitement of the exploring. That sensation of starting a new white sketchbook, fill it with colors, black and whites, white outs and highlighted phrases.

New air. New streets to walk, new places to go eat. New music to listen to. New people to meet.

But right now, I’m in the in between.

One foot here, one there. In one hand I hold my passport, while with the other I keep waving goodbyes.

Yes, I know. I know what you will say.

So I think for tonight, it’s better just to hear my silence. The space between the sips of coffee and each of the tears I hold. The space in my smile, in the beatings of my heart. In my happiness and in my sadness.

Let’s be quiet. Just for tonight.