It’s almost 2023. This year was the shortest one in my life. The most painful also. My heart is still in the 23th February, the last day I peacefully went to bed, waiting for the next morning to see my friends at school. But instead of this we all woke up hearing sounds of bombs. What was after? Long road. Traffics. House. Occupation. No electricity. No water. No food. No mobile data. Shellings. Bombshelter. Cold. Darkness. Car. Fear. Prayers. New place. I was honestly shocked to see people walking outside. Also seeing running water from the tap. Lost my sleep. Couldn’t talk to anyone for a few weeks. Bus. Kyiv. Train. Warsaw. Plane. Milan. Still not able to sleep normally. Lost a lot of hair. Plane. Paris. Finally met my mom. Couldn’t be more happy that day. Train. Again Milan. My birthday. Tears. Lots of. Plane. Warsaw. Visa. Plane. Seoul. Mentally broken. Miss home so much. Again visa. Plane. Taipei. I love Taipei so much and I’m very happy to be back. This year I lost contact with a lot of people. A lot of people lost contact with me. I lost myself. Trying to live normal life, but it doesn’t feel real anymore. My heart is still in Ukraine. In 23th of February, the last day I peacefully went to bed, waiting for the next morning to see my friends at school.