Hellos and goodbyes

Back after a hiatus, in the meantime had some seismic changes in my life.

Just as I wanted for the very long time, I have finally gave up nomadic life and settled on land after fifteen (!) years of constant travelling, re-located to another country and found a job that I had in mind. Everybody who knows me, by now understand my opinion about my previous travelling life - it sounds glamorous but the reality is completely opposite, it has been really demanding and challenging for most of the part, physically and mentally, the joys of seeing the world mostly eclipsed by sheer amount of work and lifestyle that eventually became cause of genuine unhappiness. I started craving for my own private space, for the life where I can have my own quality time, evenings, weekends and socialising, even peeling my own potatoes instead of eating in the canteens and such. So I pulled trough really bravely and managed to escape the hamster's wheel and right now I am still amazed and awed with such a huge change, where I walk to my new work trough the beautiful historical streets of the city where I wanted to be and enjoying cinemas/dinners with friends instead of constantly working until midnight, seven days a week. 

Unfortunately, this new beginning has also been a goodbye to my dear and faithful companion Teddy Bear who got stolen together with my backpack in a train just as I have arrived here. He was my most beloved material possession, always had travelled with me around the world and nothing else that I own gave me such a joy - all the books, music, clothes and everything else is replaceable but this little fellow was my friend and I truly feel pain in my heart every time I see photos of him taken in various places. I am still mourning for him and even if I manage to find exactly the same Teddy Bear again, the original is gone and it really bothers me very much. With him is also gone the whole idea that I can own something that means so much to me, everything seems to be transient. It saddened me so much that I couldn't make myself writing here or starting a new diary (also stolen) or even reading books which I would normally do. Theft of my little Teddy Bear really broke my heart.