I want to escape, because it’s hard for me to adapt here. But wherever I run, it will be the same, because everybody says you can’t run away from yourself.
even though sometimes it seems that running away is all I have left, left from the people who annoy me.

Someone needs to test me, to test my patience and myself, even though it might just be a feeling, a feeling that’s been haunting me for a while. and my psyche seems to be pushing me to move somewhere where I’ll be calm ( but really)…
I do, because I’ll miss that feeling, the feeling of being a true newcomer, and of finding myself in a new environment, with the experience I’ve gained in this house.
I’ll have more opportunities to take part in my volunteer work, and in general my life will be of a better quality, and I’ll be able to connect with my friends and relatives, which is not possible here, because this house is still on the edge of the world