It was July 20th, the summer of 2017.
The state of where I was and how the day went, is weirdly still quite clear to me until now. After spending three weeks exploring Italy and Germany, I went back to Trondheim. I took off from Berlin TXL to Trondheim via Oslo. I think I haven't traveled through TXL before so I was a bit on edge, but I kinda got a hang of it after being cautious for three weeks from traveling kind of 'solo' -and I was so ready to go home.
TXL was still on construction so I just kept my mind focus on checking my bags, getting food, going to my gate, wait, and just make sure I didn't miss the flight. Arriving at Oslo, I was so close to missing my connecting flight. For domestic transfer, you have to wait at the transfer gate until your name appears at the transfer screen. Man, time is ticking so slow when you wait. When my name finally pops up, I ran to my gate - and yep, I'm the last one to board. One thing I cannot remember though, did people stare at me for running and being 'late'? I didn't check, I tried to find my seat as fast as I can.
Arriving in Trondheim, I waited for my luggage and until the last bag, mine is nowhere to be found. The second time it happened that summer. I suppose when my name pops up at the transfer screen, my bag couldn't catch up with my running to the gate. Whether if it's the weeks of training or the effect of the connecting flights, I was way off from being on edge. I just went to the airline office, sign some papers, and went to the bus to get home. I got all I need on my 3 euro tote bag I got from a stationery shop in Berlin.
I got home, made dinner, and since days are long, went for a walk to the fort uphill a few kilometers from my place. Arrived just in time to enjoy the sun setting in the city. I thought I'd have more tangible memories to recall the day than what I have written above, and upon scrolling at pictures on my phone, this one and only picture is the only thing I took that whole day.
Probably, what took me off the edge that day was because it was kind of a day where things end and new things started. And probably, what made this day weirdly still quite clear to me until now it's because somehow that's how the adjustment bureau wants me to remember it: one picture and a full set of memory.
