I'm more than happy to confirm that the weight inside my chest only took a little while to get bearable. I still feel like I'm walking around with an open wound across the left side of my bosom, but in a way I feel stronger than I have in a very long time. It's good to know I never forgot how to stand on my own feet. I'm sure even the feeling of loneliness will cease to sting as much in the future.
I'm leaving for Edinburgh in a week, and probably Essen later this year. It's tripping time, baby!
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