I’m sure you all know the song by John Denver…
As I’m sitting here in my empty room writing this post the song is playing in my head… I’m normally not a sentimental person, but I guess moving out of your childhood home is quite a step.
I’ve been away from home more than once in my 25 years, even for some months, but I knew I’d always come back. This time it’s different. I know that the next time I’ll come again (or perhaps the next time after next ;-)) the room will serve a different purpose. It will be painted in a different color and won’t look like my room any more.
I suppose that’s ok. I have already tons of new plans for the new apartment and I can’t wait to finally start my new life together with my boyfriend.
So here’s to the good old times and because I just LOVE the song: John Denver “Leaving on a jet plane”