Today’s morning started very early around 4:30AM and was drowned in tears. My husband took a taxi to airport back to Munich because of his job and left me absolutely alone at least till September here in Lisbon, in a city full of colourful houses, tiny streets, low-flying airplanes, noisy seagulls and endless coastline. I had to pinch myself several times just to make sure that I’m not dreaming and this is really happening. We’re together more than 10 years (since school) therefore to be separated for such a long period is really challenging. I was accustomed to him being always next to me and now I’m completely alone in a new city, new apartment, in front of myself and all my fears.