Last night in Frankfurt

Two weeks away from home might sound incredibly exhausting, but I’m no stranger to such ventures. However, what truly gets to my head is the anxiety of separation. The thought that this could be the last moment I’d ever spend in a city or a place, never human, fills me with dread. It was undoubtedly a long trip, and I was eager to fly home. The last night in Frankfurt felt heavy in my heart. It marked the end of two weeks of exploring parts of Germany for the first time and reconnecting with friends I hadn’t seen in a decade. As I packed my bags in the hotel room, set the alarms for the next morning, and before calling it a night, we decided to walk around the Römer neighborhood one last time. I had a roll of CineStill 800T that I hadn’t had a chance to shoot in the days before. Considering the foggy weather outside, I thought I’d make this the final film roll I’d shoot during the trip.

It was long after landing in Seattle, and weeks must have passed by then when I received the negatives back from the lab. But looking at the photos reminded me of that night—the last night in Frankfurt. It wasn’t just nostalgia; it was the joy in the anticipation of home that was just twenty-four hours away from that moment.