On romanticising Berlin, learning windows, and the broccolification of joy

Hello friends!
7 days says the countdown widget on my phone. 7 days until I get to go to the airport, check in a huge bag to fit all kinds of adventures, maybe treat myself to a drink since I for once fly at a decent hour and not 7am, and finally board the plane that will take me to three weeks of quality time with my favourite situationship: Berlin.