We'll have to say goodbye to a lot of things. All the things we knew, but we knew that could be better, if only we'd been born in a different country. There's no point regretting the one you are and the one you could be, because there's no point at doing that, but I am guessing this thought was present a while in my heart. Why? Imagine living all your life knowing that everything you love is located in a completely different place, and you won't have it until you'll work a descent fight.
Today was hard. I skipped work because I was too drunk and tired, and me and Boris finally moved to my mother's place. It was hard considering we did everything on our own without a vehicle, walking with stuff here and back, but eventually we did it.
It is a deadly strike to me to go back to my mother's place, of different reasons I don't want to write about yet. Let's just say I ran away from that house as if escaping a plague, to get just a tiny bit of privacy, and to be alone with Boris at last.
And here we are, just like the old days- living 3 people in one room, that stupid 2 floored bed, absence of place and never ever quiet. I will have to get used to it, or just let it not bother me so much as it did all those years.
That is, I'll have to suffer [if I will] until the 15 of January.
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Boris and I will move to Germany on the 15th of January.
With much luck for the rest of our lives.
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