I planned to come here only for a week. But stayed for one more. In the early days, I was obsessed with studying. I didn’t care where I was, with whom I was, what the situation was around and other things that are nothing compared to the course project, which I can’t finish for several weeks now. But now, breathing has become a little easier. And again I began to feel out of place. It becomes crowded to me in my parents' house. I'm increasingly looking for silence and solitude, hiding in my room. And more and more I miss my old rented apartment. This week will be difficult. It's time to come back. To come back home. On Monday.

Of course, I left all my things there. At the same time, I had the opportunity to rummage through my memories and to find something long forgotten, but not completely lost. The decision has already been made.