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Moving to Prague: Das Leben gehört den Lebenden an, und wer lebt, muss auf Wechsel gefasst sein

Day met with day and after a super busy period, we are again slowly calming down. In the last few months, the world seems to turn upside down. Jan gave a talk at our institute and immediately got an offer for a position. It would be lying to say that I was totally calm when he was deciding whether to take an offer in Germany or go to Prague. Seeing how different futures are waiting behind this crossroad was for my heart not easy. I wanted our future, but I was not sure what is the best decision for him. And I didn't want to push him, because I knew that I want him close only if also he decides for that and if he really wants to. Otherwise, it wouldn't have make any sense. And to be honest, I was not expecting that he could really take this offer. It seemed that although his scorn for the Czech Republic is slowly decreasing, his opinion about this country is still not completely positive. But he took the offer. And then, in a few days, I got a question from him:



"Would it be ok for you, if I would say yes to the offer?"



And then the whole impact of this decision appeared to my mind. It was cool, exciting, but also some worries were here. Will we be able to share a household and will we be able to fit into my small flat? Will he complain about the Czech Republic and Prague and my poor flat? Will he be happy here? Will we be happy together? But I knew that there will never come a better option to find an answer to these questions than trying it out. And this option was with no real troubles, mainly benefits. It seemed innocent, but it was definitely a huge decision and a huge step to unknown. No matter, that we are already for 2 years together, this change was not a small step forward...



But if I thought that I could imagine the whole dimensions of that decision, I actually had no idea what will come. The real understanding was arriving at me slowly with every full car of stuff Jan brought. When unpacking his stuff to my wardrobes, filling every single place of the flat, merging kitchen stuff, books, sheets, toilet papers, then I was slowly understanding that he is really coming. For him, it had to be also very challenging as he said:



"I would never expect that I will move to a girl."



Now I am slowly getting used to the fact, that there are two people in the flat. People who share their good and bad moods, space, opinions, food ...Evenings full of unpacking boxes are slowly transferred to the evenings of reading a book next to each other, working, playing a game, ...It feels like real life, not only temporal joy. It just feels right.

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