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Dear Baba Yaga,
I don't love the place where I live. I moved here to be with the person I love, away from the city I love, away from my friends and my family. It's been one year and our stay here is only temporary, but I'm having a hard time seeing the good in this place. How can I last another two years? How can I be myself here?
There is not ; always good in every place, or if there is good, it may take sifting through broken glass & rubbish on yr knees to find something glinting. Save yr knees. You are away from all the things ) that make you familiar to yrself, so you weaken. Protect the self that does limp on & in the meanwhiles think on what you did not let yrself ponder when all was safe & known. ;Exile is torture without the hope of new gleanings, even if they do not glint.
Previously: "How Do I Get Over the Shame I Feel For My Work?"
Taisia Kitaiskaia is a poet, writer, and Michener Center for Writers fellow. She's taking questions on behalf of Baba Yaga at AskBabaYaga@gmail.com.