Moving always seems like the beginning of something new and magical. New streets, coffee shops, unknown parks, fresh air and a clean page - like in a movie. Everything was perfect in my expectations: I arrive, quickly find my favorite places, easily make acquaintances, and life picks up pace.

The reality turned out to be... not quite like that 😅

In the first few days, I felt like I had disappeared from the radar. No familiar faces, no favorite stores, even the intersections looked hostile. Finding the nearest supermarket became a quest with a GPS that constantly led me down some suspicious alleys 🧭

But it was the little things that started to change my mood. An old saleswoman at the market who remembered my name. The first minibus in which I didn't get lost. The hairdresser who accidentally gave me great advice about the local bakery 🥐

Over time, I've learned that true adaptation isn't one big step, but a hundred little moments that make up a new reality. And it can be even better than the old one if you let it become yours.