Loved.

So, leaving for London day after.
I feel um, nothing actually. I'll probably all sink in when I am finally alone at the airport, when I turn back and say bye.
I feel loved. And although I usually don't feel the weight of the attached strings, I somehow am. And it's weird.
It's going to be a new life, literally and I am just promising myself that I won't lose myself while living that life.
That would be it. :)