I'm a simple emigrant and already three years in this status

This Saturday, November 20, I marked another anniversary of my move to Germany. When people ask me whether to celebrate this fact or feel sorry for me, I don’t even know what to answer. There’s nothing to feel sorry about, I’m still here, which means I like it. But there’s not much to celebrate either: the years that have flown by are hardly my doing. The first year and a half after the move were wonderful. Everything around was new and interesting, settling into daily life, getting to know the team and the work, exploring the country. I recently remembered that only in 2019 I managed to go to a music festival and Oktoberfest, traveled around Germany, visited various European and Asian countries, hosted old friends and met a huge number of new ones. Who knew that the next year and a half would be full of deprivations and a shrinking of my social circle. This time underscored how full my life usually is. But it was also necessary: a rare opportunity to do nothing, because it has to be done, not out of laziness. By the way, when I first moved, there was already a sense that this was the long-awaited rest from the crazy life of a student-activist! The one who said that love lasts three years certainly didn’t mean place of residence. That time is barely enough to adapt to a new country. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, and where I will end up, but what I can say for sure: it’s good where I am. And to all questions about plans I will answer that for now I don’t intend to move anywhere, unless I have to, of course. And what matters to you in a place of residence? #emigrant_happiness