Mingling

I came to Alaska more than a year ago, from a small town in a small country in south-eastern Europe. Country I learned to love despite all it's flaws, the country like no other, the country of actually-free - Serbia.
I never planned on coming to Alaska. Opportunity presented itself, and I took it. I expected it to be just a short trip. An adventure. But things turned out different..

I gained a lot by coming here - love of a man I never dreamed of, but hoped he exists.
I gained more than I could have imagined.

On the other hand, I lost a lot as well - myself.

Part of 'losing myself' refers to losing my family and friends, my lovely little cat, my home, my context.
One of the people whose absence in my life I interpret as losing myself - a friend that puts me in a context which I hope I'll reach to belong in, a friend that has known me for years and years and has never failed me nor forget me, never gave up on me and never stopped amazing me - is the person who came up with the idea of this blog, initially to keep in touch with each other, but then, keeping in touch with ourselves, as well.
She can breathe life into dead and beat life out of you! She is evil as a cherry pie and lovely as a butterfly! She gives all she's got, and takes just love in return. She's lady and a fighter, you'd certainly like her!
Ladies and gentleman, without further a due, one and only
Miss M !