It was the last week in Novosibirsk and I had mixed feelings about it: I knew that a change of scenery would be good. In the past weeks, I had stayed inside and by myself far too much. But on the other hand, I was not keen on travelling, nor on being in Moscow for 10 days. I guess, it was a form of cabin fever, where you have been isolated for long enough to start fearing leaving the isolation.

Of course, I also left too many things to the last minute: washing, sorting, packing. I kept postponing them, as if I could avoid the ordeal. An all-nighter catching up secured me being at the airport in time. However, it also meant that for the first time (this year) I did not write my weekly recap and that bothered me. It had become a nice way of ending my week, a small ritual of reflection, and I am looking forward to getting this new habit back on track.

Maybe that is what endings are about – noticing what mattered.