Wie die Herren Bacharach/David so schön und dazu noch treffend am allerschönsten von Ms. Warwick singen lassen haben:

A Chair is still a Chair
Even when there's no one sitting there
But a Chair is not a House
And a House is not a Home
When there's no one there
To hold you tight
And no one there
You can kiss Good Night.

A Room is still a Room
Even when there's nothing there but Gloom
But a Room is not a House
And a House is not a Home
When the two of us
Are far apart
And one of us
Has a broken Heart.

Now and then
I call your Name
and suddenly your Face appears
But it's just a crazy Game
When it ends
It ends in Tears.

So gesehen, bin ich froh, nach neun Stunden Autobahn wieder zuhause in Berlin gelandet zu sein.
Aber die Reise war gut und schön und wichtig und ich war gut aufgehoben und habe jetzt etwas mehr Frieden.