I love the world. I love different countries, languages, tastes, traditions. I am interested in observing people, listening to unfamiliar accents, learning how Christmas is celebrated in other parts of the world or what "happiness" means in different cultures. I sincerely believe that every nation has beauty, warmth, and its own wisdom.

But even such love does not protect against the pain of moving.

Because every time you change a city or country, it is as if you are starting all over again. And although you are already an adult, confident, cheerful - you suddenly feel a little lost. Even if you dream with a suitcase and with an open heart.
But sometimes, even with all these discoveries and new impressions, you just want to find someone who understands. A kindred spirit with whom it is easy, even if everything around is unfamiliar. Because moving is not only about new streets and sounds, it is also about the need for support. And if there were a person nearby with whom you could share every little victory and disappointment, this path would be much easier and warmer.