Time to time I have a weird feeling in me. It’s rather a series of feeling that come one after another. At the beginning I feel a nice bliss. Everything’s new. I take my time to discover places, find a way to meet new people, to create my new reality. Very often it includes new climate, new tastes, new language. I feel afraid of what is in front of me. On the other hand, there is an excitement. It’s like an adrenaline rush while bungee jumping.
Then everything around me starts to be familiar. Same faces, same people, same tasks. Everything seems to be easy, comfortable. I have a place to put my books and I am not thinking about how I will carry them all in my luggage.