Time ... - Toyota Corona, 1.8 liter, 1992

Here I am sitting at home, drinking tea, looking at the box ... Tell me, well, at home, well, tea, what's next ... sorry friends, I deceived you, I'm not at home. Tomsk is a good city where everything is that it would seem necessary for a modern person. If you want to watch a movie in 5D, please, if you want to have a good rest, go to a club, just choose from a dozen pieces, if you want a water park, and for God's sake, go here it is nearby ... But all this, not all this, is not necessary for a person's happiness. For happiness, you need close and dear people, and most importantly, your native environment. I have the first one (not all of course =( ) but there is no native environment ... 18 years lived in the same city, in the same house make themselves remembered ... I so want to wake up and here it is: a room where everything is familiar, dear. You get up and look at in the kitchen, mom is cooking something.You go into the bathroom, wash your face and hear someone come home, this is dad, and after this thought, you can immediately hear him, as always, somewhere in a hurry to talk with mom. They discuss something, plan the day. And you are completely calm and you know that today will be the same ordinary day as always. And if something goes "skewed" you tell your parents or friends and they will help you "align". But the phone rings and the caller ID tells you the painfully familiar number 5-65-35. Yes, it's Lech calling. You pick up the phone and hear the voice of your friend, sit down in a chair and discuss a plan of action with him. Here it is happiness =) ... and here is another situation: you are sitting at home, playing Counter Strike and then your parents say to you: "Get ready to go to Abakan tomorrow" and here it is, happiness. First of all, you are glad that you are going to a city larger than yours, where you can have a good time by going to a couple of cafes and attending an evening screening of some kind of movie, but no, this is not the main reason that you are happy, but the main thing in Abakan is that your own, native people also live there. This is your grandmother and your old friend Miha =) Miha is my very first friend, I spent most of my childhood with him. He used to live with me in the same entrance and studied with me in the same class, it was just great. We were ready to play and have fun around the clock, but Mikha had a strict mother (my second mother) who, burdening him with all sorts of obligations, limited our fun =) After the ninth grade, Mikha left for Abakan =) but we somehow did not lose touch and every time we meet when I come to Abakan or he comes to us =)… All this is of course great, but wait, where did it all go. It seems like it was all just yesterday... But now, looking out the window of my current home, I don't see my hometown. I see other people's houses, other people's streets, other people's faces. Everything is not right ...
Previously, when walking around Kyzyl, I thought it was simply terrible, for some time there was not even a cinema in it and there was only one club there. You tell me what a horror it was not in vain that I thought so ... But having arrived in another city and lived for a couple of months, I realized that in fact Kyzyl is the best city in the world for me, because it is mine!
In a week from this entry, I will go to my "homeland", but not quite home. I will go to Abakan, where my parents, grandmother and my friend Mikha will meet me =) ...