I’m in Berlin, headed to the airport. I’ve been coming here since 2016, often. I flirted with the idea of living here. I fell in love here twice. Both with messy endings. I used to have more sentimental feelings for places here, but now it’s so familiar that it seems small. I see the same places where I marked new experiences as unremarkable now. The familiarity smothers the wonder and the heartache kills my desire for it.