I remember the moment I first walked into my empty apartment in a new city. It seemed that everything around - furniture, windows, walls - was in its place, but I felt as empty and lonely as before. 💔 There was no usual noise, smells, sounds of the house, there were no close people nearby who could share joy and sadness.

I tried to fill the void, met people, went to different events, but everything was wrong. 😔 There seem to be so many people around, but I still remain alone. I understand that the problem is not the number of people, but the quality of communication. I wanted to find a person with whom I could share not only everyday life, but also thoughts, feelings, dreams. ❤️

But finding love in a foreign country turned out to be quite difficult. 👫I tried to meet people on dating sites, went on dates, but, unfortunately, all attempts ended in failure. 😔 I began to doubt myself, my attractiveness and the possibility of finding love in this country. 💔

It was especially difficult in the evenings. Left alone, I began to think about home, about family, about the love that I left behind. 😔 In those moments, I was overcome with sadness, and I dreamed that there would be someone nearby who would understand my feelings and support me. ❤️

But I don't give up. 🙏I continue to believe that I will find my person, someone who will share happiness and joy with me, who will be my support and support in this difficult journey called “emigration”. 🌎I don't want to be alone. I want love. ❤️

And even though the path to it is not always easy, I believe that love will find me. 💕After all, I deserve happiness, just like any woman. 💖