I love
airports. The atmosphere at airports is always a weird combination of sadness
of goodbyes and excitement of something new. Often there is also a sensation of
dreams come true. People come and go being totally unaware of the plans of the
others but still you can see that every person at the airport has a story to
tell. This time, while being at the airport of Valencia, I’m sad for needing to
say goodbyes to the new friends I met during this week of holidays, and leaving
lovely Valencia behind, but also excited to get back to home in Vigo and start
enjoying my last weeks there before leaving the city with its people again and
moving on in my life. I’d love to stay in Valencia but Vigo is waiting for me
for one last time. Therefore, this post is dedicated to the ambivalent thoughts
of leaving and moving on again instead of travels but, don’t worry, the story
of the amazing Semana Santa in Valencia is to be posted soon, too.
The last moments of staying in a place that has provided you with lots of new experiences and amazing new friends is always a period of a lot of deep thoughts, overwhelming happiness of the experience as well as devastating despair of leaving all of it behind and taking a massive step to the unknown. The same process happens when moving from one place to another as well as when ending a great holiday even though the scale might be a bit different. Moreover, it doesn’t really matter if this happens in your home country or abroad but deep down you know that things are going to change soon and there won’t be turning back. During this period of saying goodbyes you start to remember all the small moments of laughter and silly faces, the feeling of absolute social cohesion with a friend you just met and the freedom of wildly throwing oneself into new things. You also start to pay attention again to the regular small things that make you happy like you’d never seem them before. Shortly put, you start to remember how to live.
The last moments of staying in a place that has provided you with lots of new experiences and amazing new friends is always a period of a lot of deep thoughts, overwhelming happiness of the experience as well as devastating despair of leaving all of it behind and taking a massive step to the unknown. The same process happens when moving from one place to another as well as when ending a great holiday even though the scale might be a bit different. Moreover, it doesn’t really matter if this happens in your home country or abroad but deep down you know that things are going to change soon and there won’t be turning back. During this period of saying goodbyes you start to remember all the small moments of laughter and silly faces, the feeling of absolute social cohesion with a friend you just met and the freedom of wildly throwing oneself into new things. You also start to pay attention again to the regular small things that make you happy like you’d never seem them before. Shortly put, you start to remember how to live.
For now,
ciao Valencia and my new mates! Hopefully our paths cross again sooner or later.
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