Straddling two worlds
So many things have happened to me in the short space of a few months. And they still keep happening. But only in one of my worlds. I've moved away from home when I was 17, to study. For about 4 years I was stupidly studious: I did nothing but study, and did not in any way root myself in my new home. I did not even consider it a home. It was just temporary residence away from home. But somehow, somewhere along the way, my "original" home - Kazakhstan - stopped being my home. At least my only home. Thus, for the past few months I've felt like I've been living two different lives, somewhat of a fraud in each. This red string of fraudulence has manifested itself even before - when I was younger and felt that my private and public life were too rigidly separated. Only now that I find my home…