My desire to live in my hometown is due to a number of reasons. I feel comfortable here, here is my home and my guard. This is the place where I spent my childhood, when we all lived in a memorable Soviet Union, when everything was different, kind, when we were not afraid of tomorrow. I love my streets, the «meeting place» at the fountain (even when I spend time alone there, not expecting anyone). We have opened a coffee house, which means that my time alone with myself will smell of coconut mocha or green tea without sugar. I love this place, I like to spend time here between work and home. I like to go to this place for a long time, and then calm down and disconnect from everything. Home... My house is another reason why I want to stay here. My room is my universe. Here is my work, words, music, ideas. There is almost everything for me here. My kitchen is mint-colored, my candles, my balcony, where I smoke a lot at night. I fill with everything that I see and feel around. This place where I'm free, happy... I do not know. This is the place where I feel good. Previously, for a long time, I wanted to escape, forget this city and never come back. Until I stopped being afraid of myself and expressing myself. And I really enjoy living it all, that is in me, together with other people, even with those whom I can only admire, sometimes approaching, and, of course, with those whom I can embrace. This is the place where I feel like in my water.