It’s my fourteenth year in this house, and I like almost everything… Almost, when all the nonsense started with the people around I started to feel like an exile here.

I like the nature where my boarding house is, I like the fact that I live almost all the time in a single room, but slowly I started to be bothered by the people who are still around me.
I’m not talking about friends, I have a few here, but I’m talking about the unpredictable or the drunks who make me uncomfortable and want to run away.
But I’m not sure that it will be different elsewhere, but first of all, I’m already sitting in the whole place, and the other thing is that there’s a noise in my head and an anxiety that makes me want to move somewhere….
And maybe it will be different somewhere else, I hope that the problems will be solved, but maybe not, but surely when the opportunities come I will go….