When I'm writing that, I'm already in Estonia, sitting in my room and thinking the last post, what should I write.
3rd of Feb: perfectly normal day. It was my last time to clean the flat, so I was doing it very happily :). Our friends arrived afternoon (to say goodbye), when I was sleeping, but after when I woke up they were still there. I wasn't very willing to join them, becuse everytime when I came near them, I started crying. I guess I finally understood that it's my last day.
Around 7pm we joined with the youth parliament people, who had their last coffee in one cafe (I don't remember the name anymore :( ). Luckily they left pretty soon, so I had last quality time with our coordinator, his friends and Ago. When I was in that cafe I hold my tears back, but even the music was so sad, that I wanted to cry. Usually, I'm quite cheerful .. smiling all the time (or laughing) but in that day I was just so sad that I even didn't speak almost at all.
In the night, I was packing my things and when I finally managed, it was almost 4.30am. I'm never sleeping before my flights, so we were just sitting together last time, listening some music and just talking. It was perfect time!
4th of Feb: It was 6:10am when I left my home. My 2 luggage were very heavy, but as it was 5 months ago, then I didn't had to carry it (at least not from 4th floor to 1st floor) :D. Last huggs and we're already in the car, going to the airport. At the airport I found out that my one luggage was 6kg overweight and the hand luggage was 3kg overweight. Ofc, it was a big deal at Istanbul's airport, but I somehow managed to carry everything back!!
