Every thing is hard right now

But it’s also the moment when everything is changing rapidly

Some peoole have boxes in their heads but I have my head in a box!

So many things we sold but two huge boxes of unsold books stand in the middle of the room – those will be sent to our temporary rental flat by the end of next week. So many things we threw or gave away – legal and medical papers we collected for six years, bag after bag full of clothes we wore for many and few years, and some other unimportant stuff that seemed to be important before. So many things are left. Too many things I think when I look at everything.

A human needs things to live, but sometimes this human has a hard time understanding how much I need, why do I need it, and is it me who needs it or have I internalized social ideas and concepts that tell me a respectful human being needs to have that and that and that and all I need is to rest in modesty.

Modesty, it seems, is where I find myself at 29.

I don’t own anything, and I’m getting rid of those not many things I still own.

Every thing is hard now – in a way, harder than any other time during the war. Before, there was a kind of unity and coherence that carried me and others forward in a strangely hopeful and confident manner. I think that’s what surprised the world about Ukrainians, and that’s what surprised Ukrainians about…