A short trip to my hometown is coming to the end

My husband's leave is coming to an end. Tomorrow, we're driving back home to Kyiv.

My daughter asks me, “Why are you going back? Your home is here. You were born here and spent most of your life here.” My friends say, “Stay, don't go back. It's dangerous there.”

I don't know exactly what arguments to give them. I feel both happy and sad at the same time.

My home is there now. My husband and I have built it together. It's cosy and comfortable, and I feel good there.

Every morning, I read the news about what is happening in Kyiv. Photos of the aftermath of Russian shelling break my heart.

It is good to have a place to go to recover a little. I'm happy I could spend this time here, and thankful for the warm conversations, the new experience, and the precious time spent with my dearest people.

I'm glad I was here when a drainage pipe in the kitchen cracked. I organised everything, and the plumber took care of the rest. We also replaced the old cooker with a new one, chose and hung new light fittings throughout the flat, and repotted the plants. It's much more comfortable to live here now. But I've really missed home.

It rained almost the whole time I was here. Guess when this rainy spell is finally coming to an end? Tomorrow, just as I'm leaving. What a shame! I could have done so much more. Although, I'm grateful for everything I managed to do.

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These photos were taken in the city park during our walk last weekend. The rides were still open, which surprised me. Some of the cafés were open, too. There weren't as many people as in summer. Some were feeding the ducks and swans, while others were posing for photos.
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But the main character that day was Autumn.