Silent blog from war zone: end of vacation

Hi, guys!

I spent almost a month away from home, and I really hoped that I would finally be able to relax. But in the end it turned out that she barely managed to take herself out of Ukraine, but she could not take Ukraine out of herself. During the entire month in Bulgaria, I was much more anxious than at home, not to mention the fact that the trip there and back turned into a real nightmare. Now I know for sure that after all I am completely unable to travel by bus. I don’t even want to tell you how terrible it was.

Bulgaria itself is also not very pleased. The first hotel I stayed at was located right next to a karaoke bar, the unbearable noise from people who for some reason thought they could sing stayed until three in the morning, and in the end this led to a serious deterioration in my mental state. At that time, I had already been in the country for two of the four weeks that I planned to spend on vacation, and all I got was dangerously close to a real, medical nervous breakdown.

I moved to another hotel and it took another week to somehow recover from the first one. And in the end, only after 21 days I began to somehow relax. I have not been to the sea for a very long time, more than eight years, and my expectations from the vacation were completely different. I needed very little: the sea itself, food three times a day and silence the rest of the time. But apparently if you stay in a hotel that is close to the sea, silence becomes something unattainable.

I planned to draw a lot, but in the end I completed only a few works that I have already shown here. On the good side, I found a new therapist and we got on really well. At first, we met almost every day, because I urgently needed to put my own head back on normal rails. Now we will continue our work in Kyiv, and I cannot express in words how glad I am to be home again.

The second hotel pleased me with rather strange sculptures, I have a few photos:

I would say that I completed my vacation plan by 20% at the most, and now I also need to recover after it. But I feel that at home it will happen quite quickly, I myself do not know why. It would seem that there are no prerequisites for such thoughts.

When I returned, the first thing I wrote to all my teachers, and today I will have my first music lesson in a long time, which makes me very, very happy.

During my absence, some inadequate neighbor appeared on the floor below. Yesterday she was pounding on our door at 10 pm, screaming that because of us her child couldn't sleep. Everything would be fine, only now we didn’t even talk, each read his own book. Well, let's see what this idiot says when I start rehearsals on the saxophone :)

See you in the next post!
Love, Inber