At the age of forty, I was unemployed and single, and had stayed in a big city for seventeen years.
Loved, missed, struggled, and compromised.
There is no marriage, no children, no lively relationships.
There is only a small apartment and the old house in the mountains left to me by my grandma.
The new leader squeezes out, the old relationship comes to an end, and once you see the end of your life, you suddenly don't want to give in anymore.
I don't want to cater to anyone anymore, I don't want to look at anyone's face anymore, and I don't want to live my life "how I should be" in the eyes of others.
Resigned, rented out the house in the city, and returned to my grandma's mountain village.
Bulldoze the old house and build a small courtyard of your own.
Plant flowers and vegetables, watch the mountains and listen to the rain, and spend the rest of your life slowly.
You can be stable without getting married.
It's possible to be happy without being busy.
For the rest of your life, live only for yourself.
Purpose: This article tells the story of a forty-year-old single woman who, after encountering a change in the workplace and reviewing her half-life relationship and life, is no longer kidnapped by secular standards and chooses to say goodbye to the impetuousness and pressure of big cities and return to her hometown in the mountains to build a small courtyard and live a stable life. It aims to express: There is no one correct way to live in life. You can live a self-consistent, decent and stable life without getting married, catering, or making accommodations. Women, no matter what their age, have the right to choose their life again and live for themselves.