I recently just went through a very hard phase in life. Moving to another city. My hometown was.... quite nice. It was exactly what I needed in life. Not crowded, but also not quite. Not many people, but also not quiet. They dont have all the things in the world, but they have all the things we need. So it was actually... very perfect for me. I used to like big cities, because those are places I can explore... and offer me alot of fun things to do. But then I grew up, and I realize I am not those kind of person. Being in the same boring place is actually not bad. I mean let me do the things... and give me some spaces to do other things. You know what I mean? I worked 8-5, and then... I could get to enjoy a cheap coffee in a random coffe shop that costs 0,3% of my salary. And it doesnt really matter if it was 1%... because I dont have to pay rent. I have a house. Or I would go to a bookstore (whiche only 1 in the city), reading some stuff most of people dont find interesting... but...
This blog is about my life and how I see the world. And someday, I wish it would be a history.