At the airport, drinking tea. First flight to Rome, night layover, second flight to Greece

Things move and I'm only sure about one thing. This is not the same person going there.
I'm excited. Really, really, I have no idea what am I going to be doing.

But some things are clear. No more fake relationships, no more reaching the edges financially, no more worry. The rest will come.
I'm feeling energised and in a good place despite the tiredness.
Friends came to goodbye me at the port, as I was leaving the island.

It is either love, or a lesson. AH.
I've been sighing for a while now.... I'll just eat some chips.