in general - shit year, shit (I think, like many)
began with the fact that the spouse was almost fired from work (and he would have been fired, but they did not have time)
the war started
real, with destruction, with death - terrible
miraculously, we drove to a safer city and three days later we drove on (and literally the next day a rocket flew into the train station of that city, killing more than 50 people).
got to Odesa. here we were met by a very pleasant man - an acquaintance of my mother's friend. briefly told about the city, settled in his hostel.
end of March-beginning of April was spent on paperwork.
On May 9 (how symbolic) we learned that our city was completely occupied.
all spring and all summer ran around humanitarian headquarters, collecting food and clothes. once we went to look at the sea :) my husband had never seen before.
lived thanks to payments from the UN, the Ukrainian government and caring furries from FurAffinity. free groceries, used clothes and utensils made life very easy.
I’m still proud that I didn’t listen to my spouse and still took my PC with me. although it was hard to carry it, but now working on it also helps a lot.
in November, a former neighbor wrote to me, sent me a photo of her house. more precisely, heaps of garbage that was left of it. says it's like that all over the street. so I'm officially homeless, haha)
Since the beginning of December, I have set myself up for the Christmas mood!
despite the constant shelling and blackouts - let's have a holiday!
collected gift bags for neighbors, decorated the hostel.
Everyone is happy, me too!
the only sadness is that the husband feels unwell again.

I hope that in 2023 it will be at least a little easier .. but this hope is so small that I don’t even know ...
Happy New Year to you!

P.S. just finished writing, and they gave an air raid warning :) they say that missile launches were recorded