Do you know that feeling when you feel just unhappy in your city and the environment around you? After I came back from the USA I decided to move to Prague, because Brno (where I lived 5 years before I went to the USA) suddenly felt so so so so soooo small with comparing to Manhattan. I found a good flat just for myself which was huuuuuugee step for me because for the first time in my life I finally lived without roommates! That was a good part. But I still couldn’t get used to Prague somehow. It’s our capital and it feels like a village to me! Sorry, people and fans of Prague… not for me…

I was stuck there for almost two years and I really wasn’t extra happy there, so I started to think about going abroad again. This time somewhere in Europe in case if things would screw up quickly again like did the last time.  So that’s how happened that today it is exactly 5 months what I am living in Athens, Greece. It was kind of very quick and sort of random decision and it actually happened very quickly. Before I went to the USA it took me eight months from decision to a point when I sit in the plane. This time it took three weeks. And it was a good decision. Even if I missed a Christmas mood and Christmas atmosphere in the Czechia, I really didn’t miss the snow, slush, and the Czech version of winter. I mean Greek winter also wasn’t the best and I am 100% decided that I will not repeat this experience again, but measured in degrees it was definitely better.

I was really excited to spend a summer here, I had in plan to visit the islands where Mamma Mia! was shoot, but now in this current pandemic situation hard to say how will the summer plans of all of us look like. But I am glad I am spending this time in my flat in Athens and not in a flat in Prague. I have a great room here, it’s so much smaller then I had in Prague, but I have a lot of daylight come in which is perfect for drawing. Yes, I still draw. Even if not so often how I would wish. It’s still on my resolutions list. I am still working. It makes me wonder if I should consider myself “happy” or “unhappy” for that. I am jealous of people who are complaining online how bored are they are during this quarantine and lockdown time. I don’t have a time to get bored. I am “lucky” that I still have my full salary, but I am still trading forty hours per week of my time which makes me “unlucky”.

I still believe that there has to be a better way how to make money. This lockdown helped me to realize that probably maybe from one trap I went into another again. It made me realize how I really don’t miss going into an open-space office every day five times of the week. It helped me to realize that this really isn’t something that I am able to handle to do the whole year. (Thank god, I didn’t sign up for the whole year, just a couple months.) I mean I would be perfectly able to handle that if I would want, but that would make me miserable again. Now I am sure I will work here another three months for sure and currently I am thinking if I should or I shouldn’t prolong my contract. It wouldn’t actually hurt me to save a little bit more money before I will go to write the next chapter a go-ahead to a new adventure.  But it’s actually hurting me how exhausting this job can be. Again. Do you know how that feels?