Most of all, I will miss my new friends. Katie, who retaught me the joy of cycling, which I will especially miss & who so kindly gave me space in her home for my first few weeks, so that I could afford to stay in town. I will miss our silly late night chats, our cycles through the streets, invariably for cake/ice cream/food in general & our discussions on life, men & the universe. I hope when I return, she will have been discovered for the talented artist she so totally is.
The Swede, without who's generosity, I would have most likely ended up a vagabond, wandering the streets, after my time at Katie's came to an end. I shall miss his appreciation for my 'cooking', our evening strolls through the neighbourhood, his oddball Swedish humour & sleeping on the edge of his mattress. I will not however, miss his attempts at spooning. I hope he finds the self-belief to do what makes him happy & finds someone that appreciates his kindness.
I'll miss lunch dates & museums with Lucy & our chats about the value of positivity. I know that the perfect opportunity will arise for her & I hope that Berlin begins to treat her kind. I'm also going to miss yoga sessions, gay bars & picking up cake from the market with Carolyn. I hope that during my absence she will find her way to meeting a mature, intellectual type & the perfect job. Finally, I will miss the mystical, & so often confusing, conversations over lunch with the Rabbi & our market strolls looking for vintage violins.
Berlin has brought the sun out for my final day & I aim to embrace it. Shorts, sandals, one final yoga session & then farewell burritos, before heading to the airport with a suitcase full of dirty laundry, early tomorrow morning. I will be misty eyed, half asleep & a little brokenhearted. Why am I leaving again?
See you on the 30th June Berlin, until then, it's arrivederci!
