Arriving at the great relief

A short stop on a prolonged journey and some life observations

I don’t like being acutely stressed. Nobody does, probably. When I’m acutely stressed, the trigger is obvious and I can easily name it. Right now, it’s finishing my long-lasting legal nuisance, selling all the junk I accumulated in five years of living in Ukraine and moving away from Kyiv to Ivano-Frankivsk. The war’s hands are long but not long enough to reach Ivano-Frankivsk. My boyfriend and I hope to find a small piece of peace there.

Yet, I must admit there’s a moment that makes every such stresful joruney worthwile. It’s the moment when the acute stress is gone and you arrive at the desination called The Great Relief. Today, I’m there. One acute stress is gone. Our landlady agreed to let us go without arguments, hysterics and fights over money. It’s so strange. It’s so strange that a pleasant, humane conversation seems so strange to me.

Has my misfortune finaly turned into Miss Fortune?

I’ve been fighting over money with my lawyers for months — hence I expected a fight here. I wasn’t fighting over money, to be accurate. I was fighting over a compensation for their poor peforamnce, or — at the poorest end — at least an apology. Turns out, an apology is the second rarest thing a lawyer can return — after money…