2026

Forewarned is forearmed.
Today, I won’t romanticise anything.

2026 didn’t start like any other year.

For the first time in my adult life,
I had a boyfriend.

A stable job.
A sense of direction.
Plans for the future.

I had just turned my apartment into something warm,
something that finally felt like home.

I was at my best.

And then—

Heartbreak.
War.
Jobloss.

Since then I am not the same.

19 days left to leave the country.