Taking the leave, knowing the fact it maybe is for good and the idea of going back to the old life, which actually is the new life.. time doesn't stop just because you're not there, people keep on living, things keep on changing.. you, yourself has changed and is changing... time never stops, you -your life- are just an intersection on it, and it is the intersection with you and the lives of others... and it never stops.. just goes by..

Moving out and going away from the place where you finally were able to call "home", taking every single thing off of the room and seeing it so empty brings the blurry memories of the first step in; a blank page in the life just as the blank walls and the empty room itself, waiting to get things inside, get decoration in the way you want it to look like.. and the end.. taking everything off of the walls, the room.. closing the door while whispering a cold "good-bye". but life; it ain't that easy.. you get people and by that memories in it.. you can't just take them out, eventhough they somehow are or gonna be out.. you eventually gotta take them with you.. pack up and go...

What is a luggage? a rectangular prism shaped storage? luggage is how we carry our lives, remnants of the empty rooms we had maybe.. but still something from it, something from us... A luggage doesn't do any good without filling it, a luggage is worthless when it's empty.. luggage.. so simple, a rectangular box... is us...

it has been a great year for me and i don't just say that.. i really mean it.. but every great thing has to have an end soon, maybe too soon.. or maybe the cold and gloomy weather here and the hot summer back home are signs that i have to pack up and move out now...

the time finally has come.. i packed my luggages so full up and going back to open them into a new empty room with blank walls...

so long mannheim!

"meine stadt holt ihren mann heim... ganz egal wo er auch ist...
diesen rheim schickt ihr der mann heim, der sie so oft vermisst!"