Försommar

The first day of early summer weather arrives, at last, the city's people clamoring. The streets rumble with people, the ferries are full to the brim. Late at night, you hear fireworks in the bay. 

Your countdown turns to days now, not weeks or months. You show the apartment to people who might make it a home when you are gone. They promise to water the plants. 

It's too many feelings for one little body, too much joy and sorrow and confusions. They call from England and ask you to come to the countryside, offer their cars and describe how far it is to the pub. 

It's too many feelings for one little body. 
But you're going to feel them, all the same.