On a quest...

Less than one week from my departure, anxiety runs low; “last minute” preparations make me abstract from the journey that awaits me.
I already find myself saying goodbye to daily routines, subjects and images. I wish I could say goodbye to all of those I will truly miss in a proper way, but I can’t help fearing that my emerging emotions will bring me down. I’m not into “goodbyes”.
Winter semester is over, no subjects behind, that should put a smile on my face… but it really doesn’t.
Unfortunately, studying for this examination period was quite an effortless act, thus no sense of pride and achievement could ever come out of it.
These last months I have been quite restless, can’t seem to find my role in life, I’ve been living without ambitions, goals, interests, passion…without a soothing sense of existence.

I hope this turns out to be a life changing experience.