Emigration is like love. "An immigrant will detach from the land of their father and mother and attach to an unfamiliar place. And the two will become one."
It's a joke, of course, but there's some truth to it.
Throughout the history of our life in our homeland, we've managed to fall in love with many things. Much has become familiar, close, our own. Not just people, but scents, places, sounds... We belonged there, and what surrounded us was ours. This love wasn't an empty space. It inspired, filled, and supported us every day.
... and then suddenly, everything changed....
Welcome to emigration! There's much that's new, unknown, alien, not yours... Looking around, you don't find what you dearly want. You don't find what you love. As Sasha said, back in my homeland, I was a flower growing in the soil, but here I'm a flower uprooted and placed in a vase. They water me, and I can live. But I yearn for more.
On my journey of emigration, I've longed for, searched for, and found a lot. The story of relocation/emigration is a love story. I wanted to write a few short sketches about how it happened, but once I started, I couldn't stop. There turned out to be many stories!