Study abroad stories

After taking a train in Frederichstrasse at five in the morning,watching the sun rise behind the window ,i arrived at the airport,with my luggages full of clothes and memories that i wanted to keep alive and open,not closed and tight in 60x40x80 cm space.
That was a real and final come back.I couldn't fully realize it because the night before i had slept 3 hours and i was drowsy,trying to keep me awake to know which gate was the one from "Mylland" (strange to see the name of your city,wrote in a completely different way).As soon as i reached the plane i feltasleep.
Arrived at home,everything seemed as i never left.All my gesture were automatic,i knew where to find something or which button to push as i always been there.I felt strange.As if anything that happened in the previous months hit me that much,instead this is what happened.

Anyway in a week i will leave again.And i will meet my Erasmus friend in Portugal.It seems we can't leave each other for too long.Me,Nina,Bruno,Ottaiva,Francesca and Uli will go together to a music festival and spend some time at the beach.Something almost impossible in Denmark.

In August i will go back home.Denmark.To visit Samir.I will stay with him for 10 days or so.I wonder how it will look like.I don't know if i will be able to pass by in front of my apartment. I secretelly passed by it the 27th night,when i was going back home,and my name was not anymore on the ringbell.It made me feel a bit empty and betrayed,but there was nothing that i could have done and nothing that i will do about it.I guess i just have to keep the memories of it.
Memories are gold.They will help me out.