Counting the hours..

I'm flying back to Berlin tonite..
I'm flying back to my boring life..
I'm flying back to reality..

I feel so sad..
I feel so miserable..
I am scared..

Why is it so hard to leave?
Why is it so hard to face that my holiday is over?
Why is it so hard to get back on track?

P.S.: "Those to whom we say farewell, are welcomed by others." ~unknown~