And then, one day, you look back and realize the home you knew no longer exists. There's nothing to return to. That's when it hits you: there's no going back. This expat life isn't just a chapter — it might be the whole book.
и почему-то мне все кажется, что мы еще обязательно встретимся. она напишет мне невзначай
расстояние между нами, ну почти, московская-озерки —
белград-амстердам
Ten years from now, it's a spring Saturday morning in 2035. You're standing in the yard of the house you bought in 2034. Humming a song from a 2033 album by your favorite band, who you found out about in 2032. Waiting for the dog you got in 2031 to finish doing their business.
Wearing your comfiest pajama pants: a birthday gift you received in 2030 from a friend you met in 2029. You're planning to spend the afternoon gardening, a hobby you picked up in 2028. Later, you might rewatch a movie you love, the one that won Best Picture in 2027.