The view from 1000 km of the Motherland ...
The word Motherland causes us a series of synonyms in the head. Native home, tenderness, childhood, something close and so sincere and kind for our heart. The most important thing is that you do not think about the essence of this when you are constantly in your native corner. Breaking away from the area where you spent your childhood, at least into another city, a sense of home-grooming begins to emerge. To be more deeper in details, then this sadness is in a more narrow sense. If we talk about the movement into a territory that can be counted in thousands of kilometers, then you realize that this sadness is measured in more significant quantities ... you feel a certain loneliness, alienation, and sometimes prostration.
Having explained these truths, I usually want to turn to my own life and analyze these stages.
First and foremost, the fact that the beginning of an understanding of the whole content of the word Motherland came to me when I graduated from school, and soon I put the choice of studying at a higher educational institution. As a result, the university was in another city, much further south of my home.
What are you driving, Anastasiia?
Everything is very simple ... having stepped on the projected place of residence for at least exactly four years, I had goose bumps. I breathed a sip of fresh air and went forward with the feeling of the sadness and memories of the home. I think, and I found out, that in fact you are saddened not about the ground or soil, but in places where you were with someone, or even with yourself. The most important thing is that you miss the emotions ... and that's really like that. In any case, these places are an extra spicy seasoning to the green salad ... The receptors in the languor of taste tend to repeat the approach of your favorite meal again.
That is how is going, friends.
In any case, changing the home leads to the emergence of a new, something different from your previous experience. Thus, you meet head on with new opportunities on your path. The only question you have in mind and your choice, but questions nobody put, you have only offer to seize the full chance of a gel ball. Strongly holding on to the serpentine thread, you climb higher and higher to the sky. Wherever it brings you, it all depends on many factors and partly the obstacle: wind, trees, birds ...
The wind was blowing me ...I breake through the trees, the birds were pecked from time to time, sometimes they beckoned, often incited ... But I gave myself an answer to the question in my head, made a choice and thread a ball of full helium firmly pressed between my fingers .
You are as a complete hope, you do not know what is waiting for you, you are not in the system.
What happens next?!
What to expect from a new country, it's not about another city, it is not about the Motherland. Here's the main thing not to lose yourself. There is nothing in common, new faces, people ... new soil. And you as a clay from which new arrangements, mentality, rules and views, in short, the country, did not bore new to you.
It seems like what's up here ?!
You think, some nonsense, I'm left to myself and nothing will change ... an error...You grow older, you evolve, and the new environment is nothing more than a boil for your new actions. Sometimes you will think that you're doing something 100% wrong. I assure everything will be fine. You should not hurt yourself with your own views and convictions; you just need a new experience, as a result, a fresh portion of the stranger.
Truthfully tells you that everything you do, it is definitely for the better. It all depends on us, so we should always rely on ourselves!
