Déjà Vu

It is early in the morning and I am in Rotterdam Central Station. I am extremely tired. I didn't sleep too much, as I decided to spend time with people I care for and I might never see again in a few weeks time. I met someone interesting and nice, but now it makes no sense, it is time to move on. Yet again. My arms hurt for the heavy weight I have to carry in my two large suitcases. I am once again in a transition phase. I'm moving countries, changing my life 100%, cutting the strings. I am a bit older, and hopefully a bit wiser. My suitcases have my clothes and my head is full of thoughts, full of life lessons.

But there is something different this time. I know in this move everything will be different, because it is determining the end of a phase of my life. An epoque. This year was different, and I am now different.

I've barely had time to understand and grasp all that has happened to me. It has been so much. It has changed me so much. No fear to say it was as exciting as difficult.

I arrived in Rotterdam knowing exactly who I was. I am strating to leave Rotterdam with a new road ahead, to discover who I became, for the first time going somewhere, where no one knows who I have been.