I did it my way

And now the end is near, and so I face the final curtain. My friend I'll say it clear, yes it is decided I have moved from Warsaw. Instead of Warsaw I have now settled down in a small town in Sweden called Linköping. First time that I will live in a really small city (that does not have snow with off-pist areas). It is a big change and all in the name of psychology.
It turned out the the European Union had not come that far considering education over boarders after all. Staying in Warsaw for five years could have meant that I wouldn't be able to practice psychology in Sweden, and I'm the first to admit that Sweden may not be the best country in the world, with its cold weather and high suicide statistics but still it is my home country and I want to be able to live and work here if I please.
But that doesn't mean that I wont miss Warsaw, me new found love. It took a long while until I fell for this city but when I fell, I fell hard.

So good bye Metro Ratusz who welcomed my sorry ass every morning late for class. You always made me wait for bus 35 extra long time so that I got even later but had time to catch my breath while waiting.

Good bye ohh you ugly school that had so much history inbuilt in every stone. First time I saw you I hoped that I had gone wrong but your squeeky stairs and your good awful smell from the Bufet still took my heart.

Good bye you graffiti on the wall, that caused so much drama, so nice to realize where the focus of my fellow students where, on a graffiti painting!! Gone where the battle for a easy transfere to the Swedish system wich would make us be able to practice in Sweden, gone where the battle for a more fair school, but on with the battle for a good graffiti.....?

Bye bye all you beautiful looking people in Warsaw that was so fun to take pictures of.

Good bye to the coolest school library I have ever seen, with its fantastic garden on the roof.

Good bye you cheep good tasting beer, who I miss every day. Sweden has nothing on the polish beer. To bad you are so heavy so that I couldn't bring to much home with me, or too bad that the airplanes only have 20 kilos limit on the bags (all though I manage to get in 5 kilos extra by smart thinking...).

And a last good bye to all the old people that kept me so facinating with their stamina and "out-walking-gettin-angry-if-I-didn't-stood-up-on-the-tram-for-them" mentality.

I will miss it all, my Warsaw, my love, see you soon I hope.

Written under the influence of Frank Sinatra - My way