I thought my last days in Munich would be a storm of feelings. Instead, I felt numb. The past months had exhausted me completely. I was giving up almost everything. Job. Apartment. City. Country. Friends. Partner. All of it. And all of it at once. The change felt immense. In those final days, my only goal was to make it to that last flight back to Madrid. Everything else became steps to complete. Goodbye parties. Packing for the move. Donating furniture. Cleaning the apartment. By the time I handed over the keys to the landlord, I barely registered that I was seeing my home for the last time. My mind was too exhausted for emotion. When the apartment door closed behind me, it almost felt as if the last defenses of my body collapsed and illness finally rushed in. I could hear a faint inner voice insisting that this moment mattered. But it drowned beneath the exhaustion that only wanted the final stretch to end.

I had to give away the red sofa that had been through so much with me in Munich