Tomorrow we're heading somewhere else. It feels like after last several months I finally made my peace with not knowing where I'm going to sleep tomorrow. It feels right.
It even feels like I got a traveler decease. I don't feel good when I know where I'm going to sleep for a couple of weeks. And it feels good and bad at the same time.
I still can't find balance between two wishes: to work on conservation and ecological issues and to be close to nature, to live in the place where you can hear owls crying and meet a fox in your back yard.
Surprisingly, these two are far away from each other. All more or less important decisions are made in offices and meeting rooms in the city where there are twenty million people and no fresh air. All the things I love are very far from this city, but it's really hard to make a real impact from where they are. I wish I could find my balance between these two. I hope this falling star is going to help me.
