Leaving Home, Going Home

My first and last words from Vienna for this season. I'm at the Vienna airport waiting for my flight to take me back home. Home? Where might that be? I for one, don't know. Very strange feelings are to be had during those last hours, minutes, seconds... Is it the lack of sleep? Should one not dance all night at the Flex before a long trip? Or is it the end of a week-long depression that pretty much drowned this holiday?

Maybe one should complain less. After all one had a good time. Well, with all this money spent it better was a damn good time.

Now Amsterdam is waiting again. Hopefully my home is still there and my bike not stolen. Well, one will see soon... Good Night, Vienna!