Some things happen when you least expect them. It was the end of 2014, a year I finally got over my ex-boyfriend, made wonderful memories during a few summer trips and was actively searching for a way to relocate from my hometown. Since the age of 10, after returning from London, where I spent a significant part of my childhood, I was planning the so-called Great Escape. The only thing I didn't know was where to go. Little did I know back then, that a problem of choice would haunt me in all aspects of my life, particularly when the variety is extensive... But that's another story. Looking back, I find it a bit silly now, that a child of my age was so rebellious against her parents' decision to move back to a place we originated from. But those were the middle of the 90s, Ukraine was undergoing a restructuring phase after obtaining the long-awaited independence from the Soviet Union, so 'perks' like cutting electricity and water for a couple of hours during the day, shortage of food, s