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For the past three years, I've been working as a nanny at a private kindergarten on the outskirts of the city.
I started there straight after graduating from teacher training college. For the first time, I felt like I was doing something truly important.
The job wasn't ideal. The pay was low, and parents sometimes came to me complaining, as if we were obliged to raise geniuses in eight hours a day.
And yet, I love my job. I loved the morning hugs, when the children took turns crashing into me like little torpedoes.
The idea of moving came unexpectedly. I went to an employment agency's website and, out of curiosity, looked at nanny openings abroad.
I'm currently preparing the necessary documents for the move. I'll be staying with friends I've already visited.
I guess this is my reality—simple, tired, sometimes uncertain, but very much alive.
If I'm right for you, write to me!
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I started writing by accident. I tried it for the first time in ninth grade.
My workday ends at six in the evening. I come home, make myself some tea, and open my laptop. I have an old laptop that hums like a plane before takeoff. I turn on a wordless playlist and start writing.
Writing isn't a romantic experience with coffee and candles, as many people think. It's when you delete a page of text because it's fake. When you reread a dialogue and realize people don't talk like that. When you sit at two in the morning and think, "Why did I even start this?"
Sometimes I think I write because I'm afraid of living my life too quietly. Through my writing, I experience alternate versions of myself. The bold one. The edgy one. The one that leaves without regret. The one that stays and fights.
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Her Type of Man:
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I'm not looking for the perfect man. I don't have a list of height, eye color, and car make. But there are things that are more important to me than looks.
I want a man who isn't afraid of depth. I write novellas—sometimes until two in the morning, sometimes with tear-stained eyes after a difficult scene. It's important to me that he doesn't smirk and say, "Are you making things up again?" But rather, he asks, "What's it about today?" And genuinely wants to hear the answer.
I'm looking for someone who knows how to be mature. Not cold—a mature man. Someone who understands that a relationship isn't about constant euphoria, but about choosing to stay when things are tough. I don't need a hero from a movie. I need a man who can say, "I don't like this," instead of keeping quiet and holding back.
I spend a lot of time with children, and that's probably why I'm especially sensitive to falsehood. Children instantly recognize insincerity—and so do I. I can't be with a man who plays.
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