It's been seven years since I was here last time. The decision to leave was spontaneous and not too easy. That's the way things are. My father's death and subsequent divorce had a significant impact on my life. Then I just survived for a few years, I learned to live in a new way. From my past, my job was something I regretted.
Then the covid started, then the war. In total, it took me seven years not just to stay afloat, but to find the strength to live on. And now I've set up my life. I have a job. But I still want to come back here. Today I have the second stage of the interview. And here I come to a familiar building. Everything has remained the same as before and has changed a lot at the same time. The trees around the building have become large. But the roses are still blooming. I walk along the corridors I know and meet acquaintances and new people.
I don't know how things will turn out today. My feelings are also contradictory. I like what I'm doing now, but I miss my old job. I think the Universe, which knows how it will be better for each of us, will make this choice for me.
