It is interesting, but for some reason the feeling of comfort comes from familiar things. A familiar road, a set of shopping carts, morning habits… Is there such a deep sense of comfort that the change of familiar things did not cause stress?
Now I really want to return home to a familiar harbor. sometimes a wave comes over me: I can do everything, starting life from scratch in an absolutely unfamiliar country is easy))) very few similar products. in recent months, I have formed a narrow menu, and at the moment it seems impossible for me to implement it in the new conditions. I want to eat out of desperation, but I can't eat))))) I wonder if I'll get used to it?
and also, it is unusual that houses with cracks in which lizards and insects crawl. Am I the only one uncomfortable with this? )
Oh, it's still very dusty. Really need to wash the floors every day. In principle, I like this practice, but if you have not washed the floors for a week, the apartment seems abandoned, as if they had not been cleaned for a month.
Perhaps this is the biggest "home" cons. I wonder what winter is like here.
