I don’t really know where to start. Maybe with how I took a holiday, sat in the car with my fiancee and let UK to see my future homeland Poland for third time. A week spent over there went so quickly. I didn’t even have the time meet all of my new potential friends and family. All in all, it felt good.

On our way to Poland we got a crazy idea that I can take one of our cars in Poland and drove to Slovakia as long as the car has already been repaired. To my surprise, my wildest dream came true. On a Friday afternoon, I took a car for 800 km ride to my homeland Slovakia. It was tiring, stressful but in the end I was happy to cross the border in the early Saturday morning and sang from the happiness I felt. Two days later, I have done almost everything I wanted to do and I want to go back. But I still got 12 days.

I have met with two best friends Lubka and Gulia. Lubka lives in my town Presov, she works as a waitress. Gulia got pregnant while we were still graduating and now she takes care about his little son and next child on its way. She lives 55 km away from me but I try to drive there as much as I can.

Today I’ve spent whole day with her. And it’s a day when I maybe for the first time faced the cruel truth of life, the life of a poor. I wish I always realized how happy and satisfied I am. I know it 99% of the time and I can’t believe today that I ever doubt anything that I have.

I don’t know what to say really. I thought the post will be at least somewhat inspiring and meaningful… but life made me speechless today yet I felt that if I don’t write about something I will be quiet like I became on my old blog. And I don’t want that to happen again. It’s still life that it’s happening and I should capture it.