Leaving the Old Town Pt. 1 Yesterday I left my town which I had lived in almost my whole life. Although I thought about moving out a long time ago it was not easy for me to take that decision and I was full of doubt. Whether it worth to change everything? To leave our beautiful, warm and spacious house which my father built for us. To leave home where a lot of things seemed to become a part of me, which many memories were related to and which I couldn't imagine living without. To say goodbye to my family and friends who always supported me, who I shared the moments of joy and sadness with and who I could always lay on. All of that didn't give me to calm down, especially taking into account the fact that my previous attempt to set my life by my own didn't bring a success. After considering all the pluses and minuses I made up my mind to move towards the new. There were a few basic reasons urged me to act that way: first, I lost my job in connection with the reduction of state. In the beginning, it made me upset like every normal person but after a while, I looked at the situation from another side: as I was succeeded to collect some money I got a great opportunity to find something more interesting that would help me uncover myself. Second, I began to notice that my town was getting empty. A lot of enterprises stopped their activity. After the closing of our only cinema, there was no place remained to spend time except a couple of bars where you constantly run into the same people. Finally, I got sick and tired of long and freezing winter there with the average temperature of about 30 degrees below zero and lasting for half a year.