It has been an year.

It’s one year today since I moved out of the city, which was my home for 28 years.

I remember the day very clearly. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon in Sofia and I went out on the balcony holding my 12-year young cat boy Misho just to see the view from our fifth-floor apartment for a last time before the flight. And I started crying. I knew that this is inevitable. I was closing a page of my life for good and was about to open a brand new one. Something I wanted to do so much for two years.

With two suitcases and all the enthusiasm I am capable of, I moved to the place, which even before visiting, I knew I would want to live in one day. And this city of angels (the European one) never disappointed me. It provided me space and time, as I felt it, for whatever I wanted to do.

One year later, I am almost at the end of a masters programme, which I never planned doing. This completely emotional decision turned out to be one of the best I have ever made.

For a year I haven’t been employed full-time, which automatically makes me poorer but also lighter and more enthusiastic about all the great and meaningful things that could be done and that I could possibly do and still pay my bills. An enthusiasm I missed in my full-time job for four years.

One year later, I feel more myself than before. I dare to dream and do more (this blog is one example). I write for the first time in my life and never go out without my camera. I believe now that more things are possible then I used to.

Happiness is one of those indescribable things. But being also something very personal, I will try to describe it, as I feel it. It’s that feeling when going to bed you can’t wait to wake up the next morning to do whatever you are to do. The feeling of not knowing what is around the corner of the street but being excited to go there and see it for yourself. Happiness is a very silent and almost invisible feeling. You just feel calm. I remember feeling like this a few times last year. Being inexplicably, sincerely and silently happy.    

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These are pictures taken from the windows of my three homes so far in my life: