This week, I'm going back to Berlin for the first time since I left rather abruptly in February. I'm going to pack up my apartment and say goodbye to a chapter of my life that has meant the world to me. Right now I'm sitting in Denmark with a knot in my stomach; I am dreading the possibility of coming back to Berlin and getting hit with a wall of regret. I am 90% sure that I've made the right decision moving back to Copenhagen, but right now, it feels like my gut is trying to tell me something else. Hopefully, it's just butterflies indicating that I can't wait to see friends and my own place (!) and a city that I love. Complicated love, but love.