name, surname. 20 y.o.

There is a fine line between bragging and boredom when 20-years-old tells about herself. I always fail introducing, being too concerned about staying on this line, where, as I believe, hides your real personality.

When you are 20, you likely have already experienced a lot – tried numerous activities from alcohol to higher education. You might have spent lots of hours in travels, on parties or in libraries. You might be from any country but you still alike to other 20-years-old people.

This is an awkward age. You are not capable to do real job, real science, real decisions, at least – no one allows you to do that. So you catch all chances, missing the important one, you tend to come up with life-changing decisions and procrastinate next moment. Every optimistic opportunity turns out to delighted future. Everyone can create idealistic pictures, but in your 20 you break all speed records for building castles in the air.

For my short life period I have done two serious changes. First, I’ve escaped Kazakhstan, left my home place for bustling and always rushing Moscow. Second, I left my Moscow for peaceful and harmonic life in Munich – only for the semester, but I am still in that crazy age when every week is meaningful.

I am happy to be here right now. What I really appreciate in my temporary location is an opportunity to slow down a bit, to think more of what I really want and take a pause of thinking about serious stuff.

Travels makes me generate ideas and I expect something better from myself to post next time. I want not me telling about myself but my texts. So far the thing you should know about me is that I am the one of 20-years-old, so we will probably understand each other.