So, just when I thought I can’t have any more problems, it turned out I was wrong: I lost my ID card. And the thing is, I don’t even know how it happened. I was in my hostel room, I remember that I removed it from my coat pocket and my intention was to put it to my rucksack, to a small compartment at the front, where I always keep it. After that I went for lunch and to the bank, to close my account as there’s almost no money in it. And that’s when I realised I didn’t have my ID card on me.

So I rushed to the hostel, thinking I must have left it on the table instead but it wasn’t there. It also was not under the table, under the beds, under the matters, in the wardrobe and in the rubbish bin. So I walked back to the place where I had my lunch, thinking, possibly I dropped it somewhere while paying (although that’s also unlikely as I keep my purse in a different compartment), it was not there either.

Strange thing is, instead of this situation making me more worried, I actually relaxed a lot. What’s worse that may happen, I thought? I may spend another 30 days in a hostel and my benefits are likely to be stopped, but I’ll be back at home eventually (in the UK) and I’ll find a job. I’ll survive.

Why I worry so much, I thought? It would be better for me if I didn’t. Worrying by itself never change a thing. I should know that I’ll be alright.