An update on a personal level, sorry for those who are uninterested, feel free to skip. I feel like I own it to you, after what I wrote and said earlier.

I moved out from my home and now it’s surprising why I didn’t do it earlier.

I also realized I did it so many times before that I can’t understand why it seemed so hard and the thought didn’t even come to me for that long (since I got merried, moved to the US to pursue someone’s else dreams and officially became Dependent of an expert).

From when I remember my dad was occasionally going sleep in the woods and I was often joining him, so I was kind of introduced to the practice (of staying in the forest, no sexual context here) by him. Forest has always felt safer to me then the society. There was also nothing special about it at my home: a worrior needs to have a space to wander, from time to time. Lonely wolfs...

My own moving outs not out of a need to change permanent place of staying:

• in the middle school I moved out from home to the garage and eventually built (with my dad) my own little hermit house next to my parents home, to have more space by myself/closer to the nature/more independence (we never talked what the need is, no one questioned it)
• in the garage I kept a sleeping bag and a mat close to me so that I could go to the forest unnoticed by anyone at home, I spent maaany nights and precious mornings in the woods these days.
• in a way answering similar call I chose to go studying to Krakow (300km from home) not to Warsaw (30km) where all my family and relatives lived
• similarly, back in my independent times, when my company sent me to work and transfer knowledge to our new team in Bangalore, India, I moved out from that purposely-deattached-from-the-local-reality-and-inpersonal, many stars hotel to a small family guesthouse, nice and worm. This one was probably most difficult for me to do, even though everything was already in the suitcase. Many cultural and legal (? it was against my company policy, they told me) barriers to break. Many people sincerly concernrd about my safety, projecting their worries on me and at the end those worries left to me to deal with them.
  I felt imprisoned in the hotel with guards and security gates, without window to a street but to some sterile and false patio, with a car picking me up from the hotel to, also behind security gates, technology park. The first time I was there I even developed some lung infection that made me hard to breath and talk, my throat was so dry, I felt suffocating, mentally and physically.
  Only a few months earlier I was freely roaming by bike endless spaces in Central Asia.

I am staying at my dad’s place, which it is hard for me to give a name in English, but it is where he goes when he needs to think and be alone. He gave me a key (there is a key! what to protect here?) but also said that he thinks I am doing wrong moving out, I am doing bad for Tosia and hurting Szymon (my husband) who is a good guy. Also that he needs that place as an escape for himself so not to get used to it too much. I don’t think he thought even for a moment how much that relationship took out of me, what I went through and how much I suffered in the last 5 years (just to be clear, no domestic violance or anything like that, but I feel like we were slowly breaking some previously unthinkable for me barriers and it was just too much for me (of me?)).

From a more positive side, Szymon helped me to move out and settle in the new place, clean and unpack. He does understand why I had to move out.

Feels like it was the move I needed and a new era in my life is just about to start :)

An update on a personal level, sorry for those who are uninterested, feel free to skip. I feel like I own it to you, after what I wrote and said earlier.

I moved out from my home and now it’s surprising why I didn’t do it earlier.

I also realized I did it so many times before that I can’t understand why it seemed so hard and the thought didn’t even come to me for that long (since I got merried, moved to the US to pursue someone’s else dreams and officially became Dependent of an expert).

From when I remember my dad was occasionally going sleep in the woods and I was often joining him, so I was kind of introduced to the practice (of staying in the forest, no sexual context here) by him. Forest has always felt safer to me then the society. There was also nothing special about it at my home: a worrior needs to have a space to wander, from time to time. Lonely wolfs...

My own moving outs not out of a need to change permanent place of staying:

• in the middle school I moved out from home to the garage and eventually built (with my dad) my own little hermit house next to my parents home, to have more space by myself/closer to the nature/more independence (we never talked what the need is, no one questioned it)
• in the garage I kept a sleeping bag and a mat close to me so that I could go to the forest unnoticed by anyone at home, I spent maaany nights and precious mornings in the woods these days.
• in a way answering similar call I chose to go studying to Krakow (300km from home) not to Warsaw (30km) where all my family and relatives lived
• similarly, back in my independent times, when my company sent me to work and transfer knowledge to our new team in Bangalore, India, I moved out from that purposely-deattached-from-the-local-reality-and-inpersonal, many stars hotel to a small family guesthouse, nice and worm. This one was probably most difficult for me to do, even though everything was already in the suitcase. Many cultural and legal (? it was against my company policy, they told me) barriers to break. Many people sincerly concernrd about my safety, projecting their worries on me and at the end those worries left to me to deal with them.
  I felt imprisoned in the hotel with guards and security gates, without window to a street but to some sterile and false patio, with a car picking me up from the hotel to, also behind security gates, technology park. The first time I was there I even developed some lung infection that made me hard to breath and talk, my throat was so dry, I felt suffocating, physically and mentally.
  Only a few months earlier I was roaming by bike endless spaces in beautiful Tien Shan mountains, what else to want from life?

I am staying at my dad’s place, which it is hard for me to give a name in English, but it is where he goes when he needs to think and be alone. He gave me a key (there is a key! what to protect here?) but also said that he thinks I am doing wrong moving out, I am doing bad for Tosia and hurting Szymon (my husband) who is a good guy. Also that he needs that place as an escape for himself so not to get used to it too much. I don’t think he thought even for a moment how much that relationship took out of me, what I went through and how much I suffered in the last 5 years (just to be clear, no domestic violance or anything like that, but I feel like we were slowly breaking some previously unthinkable for me barriers and it was just too much for me (of me?)).

From a more positive side, Szymon helped me to move out and settle in the new place, clean and unpack. He does understand why I had to move out.

Feels like it was the move I needed and a new era in my life is just about to start :)

An update on a personal level, sorry for those who are uninterested, feel free to skip. I feel like I own it to you, after what I wrote and said earlier.

I moved out from my home and now it’s surprising why I didn’t do it earlier.

I also realized I did it so many times before that I can’t understand why it seemed so hard and the thought didn’t even come to me for that long (for 5 years since I got merried, (this is what people do after a decade of a relationship, right?), moved to the US to pursue someone’s else dreams and officially became Dependent of an expert).

From when I remember my dad was occasionally going sleep in the woods and I was often joining him, so I was kind of introduced to the practice (of staying in the forest, no sexual context here) by him. Forest has always felt safer to me then the society. There was also nothing special about it at my home: a worrior needs to have a space to wander, from time to time. Lonely wolfs...

My own moving outs not out of a need to change permanent place of staying:

• in the middle school I moved out from home to the garage and eventually built (with my dad) my own little hermit house next to my parents home, to have more space by myself/closer to the nature/more independence (we never talked what the need is, no one questioned it)
• in the garage I kept a sleeping bag and a mat close to me so that I could go to the forest unnoticed by anyone at home, I spent maaany nights and precious mornings in the woods these days.
• in a way answering similar call I chose to go studying to Krakow (300km from home) not to Warsaw (30km) where all my family and relatives lived
• similarly, back in my independent times, when my company sent me to work and transfer knowledge to our new team in Bangalore, India, I moved out from that purposely-deattached-from-the-local-reality-and-inpersonal, many stars hotel to a small family guesthouse, nice and worm. This one was probably most difficult for me to do, even though everything was already in the suitcase. Many cultural and legal (? it was against my company policy, they told me) barriers to break. Many people sincerly concernrd about my safety, projecting their worries on me and at the end those worries left to me to deal with them.
  I felt imprisoned in the hotel with guards and security gates, without window to a street but to some sterile and false patio, with a car picking me up from the hotel to, also behind security gates, technology park. The first time I was there I even developed some lung infection that made me hard to breath and talk, my throat was so dry, I felt suffocating, physically and mentally.
  Only a few months earlier I was roaming by bike endless spaces in beautiful Tien Shan mountains, what else to want from life?

I am staying at my dad’s place, which it is hard for me to give a name in English, but it is where he goes when he needs to think and be alone. He gave me a key (there is a key! what to protect here?) but also said that he thinks I am doing wrong moving out, I am doing bad for Tosia and hurting Szymon (my husband) who is a good guy. Also that he needs that place as an escape for himself so not to get used to it too much. I don’t think he thought even for a moment how much that relationship took out of me, what I went through and how much I suffered in these last few years (just to be clear, no domestic violance or anything like that, but I feel like we were slowly breaking some previously unthinkable for me barriers and it was just too much for me (of me?)).

From a more positive side, Szymon helped me to move out and settle in the new place, clean and unpack. He does understand why I had to move out.

Feels like it was the move I needed and a new era in my life is just about to start :)

In reply to @mariha:matrix.org
life is strange

An update on a personal level, sorry for those who are uninterested, feel free to skip. I feel like I own it to you, after what I wrote and said earlier.

I moved out from my home and now it’s surprising why I didn’t do it earlier.

I also realized I did it so many times before that I can’t understand why it seemed so hard and the thought didn’t even come to me for that long (for 5 years since I got merried (this is what people do after a decade of a relationship, right?), moved to the US (how may I not want it?) to pursue someone’s else dreams and officially became Dependent of an expert).

From when I remember my dad was occasionally going sleep in the woods and I was often joining him, so I was kind of introduced to the practice (of staying in the forest, no sexual context here) by him. Forest has always felt safer to me then the society. There was also nothing special about it at my home: a worrior needs to have a space to wander, from time to time. Lonely wolfs...

My own moving outs not out of a need to change permanent place of staying:

• in the middle school I moved out from home to the garage and eventually built (with my dad) my own little hermit house next to my parents home, to have more space by myself/closer to the nature/more independence (we never talked what the need is, no one questioned it)
• in the garage I kept a sleeping bag and a mat close to me so that I could go to the forest unnoticed by anyone at home, I spent maaany nights and precious mornings in the woods these days.
• in a way answering similar call I chose to go studying to Krakow (300km from home) not to Warsaw (30km) where all my family and relatives lived
• similarly, back in my independent times, when my company sent me to work and transfer knowledge to our new team in Bangalore, India, I moved out from that purposely-deattached-from-the-local-reality-and-inpersonal, many stars hotel to a small family guesthouse, nice and worm. This one was probably most difficult for me to do, even though everything was already in the suitcase. Many cultural and legal (? it was against my company policy, they told me) barriers to break. Many people sincerly concernrd about my safety, projecting their worries on me and at the end those worries left to me to deal with them.
  I felt imprisoned in the hotel with guards and security gates, without window to a street but to some sterile and false patio, with a car picking me up from the hotel to, also behind security gates, technology park. The first time I was there I even developed some lung infection that made me hard to breath and talk, my throat was so dry, I felt suffocating, physically and mentally.
  Only a few months earlier I was roaming by bike endless spaces in beautiful Tien Shan mountains, what else to want from life?

I am staying at my dad’s place, which it is hard for me to give a name in English, but it is where he goes when he needs to think and be alone. He gave me a key (there is a key! what to protect here?) but also said that he thinks I am doing wrong moving out, I am doing bad for Tosia and hurting Szymon (my husband) who is a good guy. Also that he needs that place as an escape for himself so not to get used to it too much. I don’t think he thought even for a moment how much that relationship took out of me, what I went through and how much I suffered in these last few years (just to be clear, no domestic violance or anything like that, but I feel like we were slowly breaking some previously unthinkable for me barriers and it was just too much for me (of me?)).

From a more positive side, Szymon helped me to move out and settle in the new place, clean and unpack. At least he understands why I had to move out.

Feels like it was the move I needed and a new era in my life is just about to start :)

An update on a personal level, sorry for those who are uninterested, feel free to skip. I feel like I own it to you, after what I wrote and said earlier.

I moved out from my home and now it’s surprising why I didn’t do it earlier.

I also realized I did it so many times before that I can’t understand why it seemed so hard and the thought didn’t even come to me for that long (for 5 years since I got merried (this is what people do after a decade of a relationship, right?), moved to the US (how may I not want it?) to pursue someone’s else dreams and officially became Dependent of an expert).

From when I remember my dad was occasionally going sleep in the woods and I was often joining him, so I was kind of introduced to the practice (of staying in the forest, no sexual context here) by him. Forest has always felt safer to me then the society. There was also nothing special about it at my home: a worrior needs to have a space to wander, from time to time. Lonely wolfs...

My own moving outs not out of a need to change permanent place of staying:

• in the middle school I moved out from home to the garage and eventually built (with my dad) my own little hermit house next to my parents home, to have more space by myself/closer to the nature/more independence (we never talked what the need is, no one questioned it)
• in the garage I kept a sleeping bag and a mat close to me so that I could go to the forest unnoticed by anyone at home, I spent maaany nights and precious mornings in the woods these days.
• in a way answering similar call I chose to go studying to Krakow (300km from home) not to Warsaw (30km) where all my family and relatives lived
• similarly, back in my independent times, when my company sent me to work and transfer knowledge to our new team in Bangalore, India, I moved out from that purposely-deattached-from-the-local-reality-and-inpersonal, many stars hotel to a small family guesthouse, nice and worm. This one was probably most difficult for me to do, even though everything was already in the suitcase. Many cultural and legal (? it was against my company policy, they told me) barriers to break. Many people sincerly concernrd about my safety, projecting their worries on me and at the end those worries left to me to deal with them.
  I felt imprisoned in the hotel with guards and security gates, without window to a street but to some sterile and false patio, with a car picking me up from the hotel to, also behind security gates, technology park. The first time I was there I even developed some lung infection that made me hard to breath and talk, my throat was so dry, I felt suffocating, physically and mentally.
  Only a few months earlier I was roaming by bike endless spaces in beautiful Tien Shan mountains, what else to want from life?

I am staying at my dad’s place, which it is hard for me to give a name in English, but it is where he goes when he needs to think and be alone. He gave me a key (there is a key! what to protect here?) but also said that he thinks I am doing wrong moving out, I am doing bad for Tosia and hurting Szymon (my husband) who is a good guy. Also that he needs that place as an escape for himself so not to get used to it too much. I don’t think he thought even for a moment how do I feel, how much that relationship took out of me, and how much I suffered in these last few years (just to be clear, no domestic violance or anything like that, but I feel like we were slowly breaking some previously unthinkable for me barriers and it was just too much for me (of me?)).

From a more positive side, Szymon helped me to move out and settle in the new place, clean and unpack. At least he understands why I had to move out.

Feels like it was the move I needed and a new era in my life is just about to start :)

An update on a personal level, sorry for those who are uninterested, feel free to skip. I feel like I own it to you, after what I wrote and said earlier.

I moved out from my home and now it’s surprising why I didn’t do it earlier.

I also realized I did it so many times before that I can’t understand why it seemed so hard and the thought didn’t even come to me for that long (for 5 years since I got married (this is what people do after 10 years of a relationship, right?), moved to the US (how might I not want it?) to pursue someone’s else dreams and officially became Dependent of an expert).

From when I remember my dad was occasionally going sleep in the woods and I was often joining him, so I was kind of introduced to the practice (of staying in the forest, no sexual context here) by him. Forest has always felt safer to me then the society. There was also nothing special about it at my home: a warrior needs to have a space to wander, from time to time. Lonely wolfs...

My own moving outs not out of a need to change permanent place of staying:

• in the middle school I moved out from home to the garage and eventually built (with my dad) my own little hermit house next to my parents home, to have more space by myself/closer to the nature/more independence (we never talked what the need is, no one questioned it)
• in the garage I kept a sleeping bag and a mat close to me so that I could go to the forest unnoticed by anyone at home, I spent maaany nights and precious mornings in the woods these days.
• in a way answering similar call I chose to go studying to Krakow (300km from home) not to Warsaw (30km) where all my family and relatives lived
• similarly, back in my independent times, when my company sent me to work and transfer knowledge to our new team in Bangalore, India, I moved out from that purposely-deattached-from-the-local-reality-and-inpersonal, many stars hotel to a small family guesthouse, nice and worm. This one was probably most difficult for me to do, even though everything was already in the suitcase. Many cultural and legal (? it was against my company policy, they told me) barriers to break. Many people sincerely concerned about my safety, projecting their worries on me and at the end those worries left to me to deal with them.

I felt imprisoned in the hotel with guards and security gates, without window to a street but to some sterile and false patio, with a car picking me up from the hotel to, also behind security gates, technology park. The first time I was there I even developed some lung infection that made me hard to breath and talk, my throat was so dry, I felt suffocating, physically and mentally.

Only a few months earlier I was roaming by bike endless spaces in beautiful Tien Shan mountains, what else to want from life?

I am staying at my dad’s place, which it is hard for me to give a name in English, but it is where he goes when he needs to think and be alone. He gave me a key (there is a key! what to protect here?) but also said that he thinks I am doing wrong moving out, I am doing bad for Tosia and hurting Szymon (my husband) who is a good guy. Also that he needs that place as an escape for himself so not to get used to it too much. I don’t think he thought even for a moment how do I feel, how much that relationship took out of me, and how much I suffered in these last few years (just to be clear, no domestic violence or anything like that, but I feel like we were slowly breaking some previously unthinkable for me barriers and it was just too much for me (of me?)).

From a more positive side, Szymon helped me to move out and settle in the new place, clean and unpack. At least he understands why I had to move out.

Feels like it was the move I needed and a new era in my life is just about to start :)

An update on a personal level, sorry for those who are uninterested, feel free to skip. I feel like I own it to you, after what I wrote and said earlier.

I moved out from my home and now it’s surprising why I didn’t do it earlier.

I also realized I did it so many times before that I can’t understand why it seemed so hard and the thought didn’t even come to me for that long (for 5 years since I got married, moved to the US to pursue someone’s else dreams (or maybe rather trusting unconditionally and wanted to make the other part happy?) and officially became Dependent of an expert).

From when I remember my dad was occasionally going sleep in the woods and I was often joining him, so I was kind of introduced to the practice (of staying in the forest, no sexual context here) by him. Forest has always felt safer to me then the society. There was also nothing special about it at my home: a warrior needs to have a space to wander, from time to time. Lonely wolfs...

My own moving outs not out of a need to change permanent place of staying:

• in the middle school I moved out from home to the garage and eventually built (with my dad) my own little hermit house next to my parents home, to have more space by myself/closer to the nature/more independence (we never talked what the need is, no one questioned it)
• in the garage I kept a sleeping bag and a mat close to me so that I could go to the forest unnoticed by anyone at home, I spent maaany nights and precious mornings in the woods these days.
• in a way answering similar call I chose to go studying to Krakow (300km from home) not to Warsaw (30km) where all my family and relatives lived
• similarly, back in my independent times, when my company sent me to work and transfer knowledge to our new team in Bangalore, India, I moved out from that purposely-deattached-from-the-local-reality-and-inpersonal, many stars hotel to a small family guesthouse, nice and worm. This one was probably most difficult for me to do, even though everything was already in the suitcase. Many cultural and legal (? it was against my company policy, they told me) barriers to break. Many people sincerely concerned about my safety, projecting their worries on me and at the end those worries left to me to deal with them.

I felt imprisoned in the hotel with guards and security gates, without window to a street but to some sterile and false patio, with a car picking me up from the hotel to, also behind security gates, technology park. The first time I was there I even developed some lung infection that made me hard to breath and talk, my throat was so dry, I felt suffocating, physically and mentally.

Only a few months earlier I was roaming by bike endless spaces in beautiful Tien Shan mountains, what else to want from life?

I am staying at my dad’s place, which it is hard for me to give a name in English, but it is where he goes when he needs to think and be alone. He gave me a key (there is a key! what to protect here?) but also said that he thinks I am doing wrong moving out, I am doing bad for Tosia and hurting Szymon (my husband) who is a good guy. Also that he needs that place as an escape for himself so not to get used to it too much. I don’t think he thought even for a moment how do I feel, how much that relationship took out of me, and how much I suffered in these last few years (just to be clear, no domestic violence or anything like that, but I feel like we were slowly breaking some previously unthinkable for me barriers and it was just too much for me (of me?)).

From a more positive side, Szymon helped me to move out and settle in the new place, clean and unpack. At least he understands why I had to move out.

Feels like it was the move I needed and a new era in my life is just about to start :)

An update on a personal level, sorry for those who are uninterested, feel free to skip. I feel like I own it to you, after what I wrote and said earlier.

I moved out from my home and now it’s surprising why I didn’t do it earlier.

I also realized I did it so many times before that I can’t understand why it seemed so hard and the thought didn’t even come to me for that long (for 5 years since I moved to the US, trusting my partner unconditionally and knowing how important it seems to be for him, officially becaming Dependent of an expert).

From when I remember my dad was occasionally going sleep in the woods and I was often joining him, so I was kind of introduced to the practice (of staying in the forest, no sexual context here) by him. Forest has always felt safer to me then the society. There was also nothing special about it at my home: a warrior needs to have a space to wander, from time to time. Lonely wolfs...

My own moving outs not out of a need to change permanent place of staying:

• in the middle school I moved out from home to the garage and eventually built (with my dad) my own little hermit house next to my parents home, to have more space by myself/closer to the nature/more independence (we never talked what the need is, no one questioned it)
• in the garage I kept a sleeping bag and a mat close to me so that I could go to the forest unnoticed by anyone at home, I spent maaany nights and precious mornings in the woods these days.
• in a way answering similar call I chose to go studying to Krakow (300km from home) not to Warsaw (30km) where all my family and relatives lived
• similarly, back in my independent times, when my company sent me to work and transfer knowledge to our new team in Bangalore, India, I moved out from that purposely-deattached-from-the-local-reality-and-inpersonal, many stars hotel to a small family guesthouse, nice and worm. This one was probably most difficult for me to do, even though everything was already in the suitcase. Many cultural and legal (? it was against my company policy, they told me) barriers to break. Many people sincerely concerned about my safety, projecting their worries on me and at the end those worries left to me to deal with them.

I felt imprisoned in the hotel with guards and security gates, without window to a street but to some sterile and false patio, with a car picking me up from the hotel to, also behind security gates, technology park. The first time I was there I even developed some lung infection that made me hard to breath and talk, my throat was so dry, I felt suffocating, physically and mentally.

Only a few months earlier I was roaming by bike endless spaces in beautiful Tien Shan mountains, what else to want from life?

I am staying at my dad’s place, which it is hard for me to give a name in English, but it is where he goes when he needs to think and be alone. He gave me a key (there is a key! what to protect here?) but also said that he thinks I am doing wrong moving out, I am doing bad for Tosia and hurting Szymon (my husband) who is a good guy. Also that he needs that place as an escape for himself so not to get used to it too much. I don’t think he thought even for a moment how do I feel, how much that relationship took out of me, and how much I suffered in these last few years (just to be clear, no domestic violence or anything like that, but I feel like we were slowly breaking some previously unthinkable for me barriers and it was just too much for me (of me?)).

From a more positive side, Szymon helped me to move out and settle in the new place, clean and unpack. At least he understands why I had to move out.

Feels like it was the move I needed and a new era in my life is just about to start :)

In reply to @scooke:incroyable.net
I've been lurking, popping in now and then to see what's up. I imagine whatever vocab you start with, it will get refined over the first few months/x time period as more people get involved and use it. Perhaps starting with "existing" is quickest, easiest.

Thanks, yea, sorry for overwhelming people with my personal life.

I was leaning towards defining my own vocabulary, tailored to the hospex needs, as simple as possible and then maybe trying to standardize it where it makes sense.

For the purpose of storage itself I don’t actually see that much need to reuse any existing vocabulary, it may make more sense for publishing some of the messages/events/things/(?) with ActivityPub and making them consumable by other Fediverse apps this way. If we were doing that, we could already store those objects in Solid using the same format, but it’s a lot of coupling too I guess so maybe not worth it anyways.

In reply to @weex2:matrix.org
mariha: Is someone asking for a glossary? Traveler has a one and two-L form so I created a glossary entry to nail that one down. I don't know of specific apps where there might be confusion about specific word meanings. It's kind of a fun exercise to fill such things out or even to edit them so I'd invite as next step adding to https://github.com/OpenHospitalityNetwork/OpenHospitalityNetwork.github.io/wiki/Glossary.

It’s vocabulary in the context of Linked Data, as in here https://solidproject.org/developers/vocabularies

It’s good idea to describe it in the wiki though, thanks for giving it! Best place for this kind of technical doc that I can think of, at least at the moment.

An update on a personal level, sorry for those who are uninterested, feel free to skip. I feel like I own it to you, after what I wrote and said earlier.

I moved out from my home and now it’s surprising why I didn’t do it earlier.

I also realized I did it so many times before that I can’t understand why it seemed so hard and the thought didn’t even come to me for that long (for 5 years since I moved to the US, unconditionally trusting my partner and knowing how important it seemed to be for him, officially becaming Dependent of an expert).

From when I remember my dad was occasionally going sleep in the woods and I was often joining him, so I was kind of introduced to the practice (of staying in the forest, no sexual context here) by him. Forest has always felt safer to me then the society. There was also nothing special about it at my home: a warrior needs to have a space to wander, from time to time. Lonely wolfs...

My own moving outs not out of a need to change permanent place of staying:

• in the middle school I moved out from home to the garage and eventually built (with my dad) my own little hermit house next to my parents home, to have more space by myself/closer to the nature/more independence (we never talked what the need is, no one questioned it)
• in the garage I kept a sleeping bag and a mat close to me so that I could go to the forest unnoticed by anyone at home, I spent maaany nights and precious mornings in the woods these days.
• in a way answering similar call I chose to go studying to Krakow (300km from home) not to Warsaw (30km) where all my family and relatives lived
• similarly, back in my independent times, when my company sent me to work and transfer knowledge to our new team in Bangalore, India, I moved out from that purposely-deattached-from-the-local-reality-and-inpersonal, many stars hotel to a small family guesthouse, nice and worm. This one was probably most difficult for me to do, even though everything was already in the suitcase. Many cultural and legal (? it was against my company policy, they told me) barriers to break. Many people sincerely concerned about my safety, projecting their worries on me and at the end those worries left to me to deal with them.
  I felt imprisoned in the hotel with guards and security gates, without window to a street but to some sterile and false patio, with a car picking me up from the hotel to, also behind security gates, technology park. The first time I was there I even developed some lung infection that made me hard to breath and talk, my throat was so dry, I felt suffocating, physically and mentally.
  Only a few months earlier we ware roaming by bikes endless spaces in beautiful Tien Shan mountains, what else to want from life?

I am staying at my dad’s place, which it is hard for me to give a name in English, but it is where he goes when he needs to think and be alone. He gave me a key (there is a key! what to protect here?) but also said that he thinks I am doing wrong moving out, I am doing bad for Tosia and hurting Szymon (my husband) who is a good guy. Also that he needs that place as an escape for himself so not to get used to it too much. I don’t think he thought even for a moment how do I feel, how much that relationship took out of me, and how much emotionally I suffered in these last few years (just to be clear, no domestic violence or anything like that, but I feel like we were slowly breaking some previously unthinkable for me barriers and it was just too much for me (of me?)).

From a more positive side, Szymon helped me to move out and settle in the new place, clean and unpack. At least he understands why I had to move out.

Feels like it was the move I needed and a new era in my life is just about to start :)

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