Ukraine will always be a part of my soul, but right now it doesn't seem like the place where I could fully spread my wings. Maybe Christmas is the perfect time to take a risk and start all over again.

I dream of celebrating this holiday in another country, where the frosty air is filled with the aroma of cinnamon and mulled wine, and the streets sparkle with thousands of lights. I imagine myself walking along cozy European streets, holding the hand of the man with whom my future is connected. Perhaps it will be in Norway, Germany or even France - the place is not as important as the meeting itself.

Let the snow cover the houses and trees, and the air be filled with a special anticipation of a miracle. We could sit next to the fireplace, exchange gifts, laugh and make plans for the future. The main thing is that this Christmas will be the beginning of a new chapter in my life.

I know that love can be unexpected, like snowfall on a quiet evening. That's why I'm ready to meet it in any corner of the world, as long as there is someone nearby with whom I want to share not only the holiday, but also all the days ahead.