05/31/2026
The last time I talked to my grandma, she asked me, “So… don’t you want to come back home already?”.
And how do you even explain that it’s not really something you can simply stop wanting.
We made this decision very consciously — for our daughter’s future.
It was never my dream. It was never something I wanted.
I was never excited about English.
I never dreamed about moving abroad.
But I was always afraid of w*r.
I still remember how much I hated reading books or history about w*rs. I could never understand how people actually lived through times like that. I never understood why people keep doing this to each other.
W*r was always one of my biggest fears.
And another one was living far away from my parents.
I never wanted to be this far from them. We grew up with different traditions — where holidays are spent with family, where you can stop by for dinner without an invitation, where you can just come over simply because you felt like it.
Living this far away is hard.
And honestly, I don’t think that part will ever feel easy for me.
But my daughter’s safety and future matter more than my childhood fears.
And somehow I’ve learned how to enjoy life here while still living with those fears.
Four years!!!!
On one side it feels like one day.
On the other — it feels like forever.
And thank gosh for FaceTime 🤍
It feels so much easier when you have your little daily tradition and get to see the people you love every day 🤍
