It was another month (and a bit) since my latest post, much more than I would like it to be—again. I've been meaning to write actively for a long time now, and still all these plans are yet to be fulfilled. Maybe I'll never be able to write as often as 
The reality seems to kick hard in recent times. Just over a month ago I wrote about my girlfriend's mother in hospital with an advanced cancer, and today she is already gone. We had her funeral in mid September and are now in the process of coming to terms with what happened and learning how to live from now on. I'll keep this laconic as it is, but that was a really hard experience to go through.
Now I am barely a week or two after moving to a new place. Again! After my girlfriend's mother has sadly passed away, her father would have to live alone in their house/home in the countryside. We did not want to let this happen, so we decided to ditch our rented flat and join him there. That was a lot on my plate, again.
It was only in summer of 2020 when I have moved out of Kraków, one of the largest cities in Poland, a city of my studies, and moved to a smaller city, closer to the mountains and the Polish-Slovak border. It was an important moment in my life, and a hard decision to make as well, as I felt this would set me on a completely different path of my life. And fair enough, it did change my life quite a bit, but rather positively. I feel like I had a chance of escaping a complicated web of unhealthy ways: living quickly, faraway from the nature, not being able to create strong and lasting relationships. One thing I regret the most is not being able to visit 
My job was never a problem. Although mostly office-based before the Corona Plandemic, it became mostly a remote job once the lockdowns came in place. This freed me in my decision to move away from Kraków and see how life tastes in other places, in other modes of being. After living this way for over 1,5 year now, I know I'd never come back to how things were, and work 9-5 in an office. It seems very artifical to me, now that I think of it. It's not that now my life is so completely different as it was, but at least I think I understand more. Plato's cave analogy comes into my mind—it is often used nowadays for all sorts of contradicting things. Coming out of the cave and into the light is a great hope and a beautiful aim to have, but I'm probably not there yet. However, if I at least realized that I am in the cave—that's huge already, if I say so myself.
I still haven't got rid of my 9-5 job, though! Even if it's a remote job, it still occupies my through most of my day and drains me of a lot of energy—especially now that a lot of that corporate bullshit comes in through every hole. I don't know why I am still keeping the job, when I am always so negative about it. That's probably the normal inertia that one has, and the reluctancy to step outside of the comfort zone (even though I hate this term, it comes in handy at times). On the other hand, when will be a better time for such choices? I have no mortgage tying me, some savings to keep me going for quite a while, and a lot of energy that just beggs to be put into something more sensible than my current job. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark and I feel like the decision to go on another journey may come sooner than later.
It is unkown what time will bring, but I think I have seen the light.