The most frequent question I've been asked lately:

Aziz, why did you go to the exact same place?

It's hard to explain to those who haven't found their place yet. I found mine. The very state that I fell in love with with all my heart and soul, and where friends and managers are waiting for me. Here I have a decent job, as well as housing that I am 100% sure about.

I've already heard all sorts of stories from friends about how they don't like their job, or their dormitory, or the city for one reason or another, but I seem to be satisfied with everything. So, I didn't want to take the risk and change it for something else.

Besides, I knew that my very close friends, whom I missed so much all year, would definitely return here this year. We kept in touch with Eugenie (those who read the first blog will understand) and with Michaela - this is our friendship triangle, with whom I was closest, as well as with many other people.

And considering how much I missed the dorm, I didn't even think about going anywhere else. I only dreamed of returning to my native Apgar.

So, closer to spring, I gathered my courage and decided to return to nostalgia.

This year I planned the trip in advance, buying tickets while still at home in Tashkent. As soon as I got my J-1 Visa, I immediately booked tickets for the trip from Tashkent to New York, and from there to LA. From LA, I took a train to Portland, and then a train to Montana. Those were my plans. Last year, everything was spontaneous, which caused a lot of things to fall apart, and I had to suffer a little. This time I was more organized.

And here I am again, drawing my American dream, sitting in the terminal of one of the slowest airports in the world, which has already frayed my nerves quite a bit over the last few hours. Small things. Music, a new notebook, and drawings about another summer of adventures. The thing is, there's no way around them here.

And so begins a new chapter of my new adventure.