I'd like to say it's cos it's Prague, and I had such a magical time here, but as I crawl into bed, knowing there's a train in the morning, there's a weird feeling in me.
Another town, another place, and just leaving something behind. But if you don't leave, someone else will. This is not even close to life. It's a holiday.
I am excited about Krakow, but its just the thought of packing it all up, moving on... It's over and will never be again.