Unread notes of a lonely girl

I don’t know who is reading this, maybe no one. That’s why I’ll write as if these are just my unread notes… thoughts of a girl who moved from Ukraine to Poland to start a new life.

The hardest thing in moving to a new country was not the language, not even the paperwork. It was the silence. Back home, I always had someone around - friends, neighbors, family. Here I come home after work, close the door, and there is no sound, no one waiting for me, no familiar voices. At first, it felt like freedom, but then I realized it was loneliness dressed as freedom.

I miss little things: the smell of our bread shop, the way people greet you with a smile even if they don’t know you, the feeling that you belong. In Poland everything is new and exciting, but sometimes it feels like I am just a guest in someone else’s story.

Maybe one day this silence will turn into peace. Maybe I’ll find people who will make this place feel like home. Until then, these words will stay here… my small confession to whoever is reading.