Man, what a day! I swear, being a shepherd in Shepetivka is like riding a rollercoaster. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about my sheep. Gotta check on them. But first, coffee. Can’t function without my morning cup.
So, I’m strolling down Shevchenka Street, and it’s like, what’s up with all the potholes? I almost twisted my ankle! Like, come on, Shepetivka, get it together! Anyway, I finally get to the pasture, and my sheep are just chillin’. They’re like, “Yo, where’s breakfast?” I’m like, “Chill, fam, I got you.”
Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can I help?” I’m thinking, “Sure, kid, but don’t let the sheep eat your shoelaces!” We start herding them, and it’s going great until one sheep decides to play hide and seek. I’m running around like a headless chicken, yelling, “Baa-baa, where are you?”
Finally, I catch the little rascal near the bus station on Hrushevskoho Street. I’m sweating like a pig, but I’m laughing. The kid’s cracking up too. “You’re a real shepherd, mister!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, and you’re a real sheep wrangler!”
After that, I decide to hit up the market on Kovalivka Street. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and that one guy selling homemade cheese. I can’t resist. I grab a chunk of cheese, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this old lady trying to haggle. She’s like, “I’ll give you two hryvnias for that!” The vendor’s like, “Lady, this ain’t a garage sale!”
I’m just standing there, munching my cheese, thinking, “This is the real Shepetivka.” People hustling, laughing, arguing over prices. It’s chaotic but beautiful.
Then, I bump into my buddy, Vasyl. He’s got this wild story about a goat that escaped and ended up in a café on Lvivska Street. I’m dying laughing. “Did it order coffee?” I ask. He’s like, “Nah, just chewed on the tablecloth!” Classic Vasyl.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my sister. She’s freaking out about some family drama. I’m like, “Can’t you see I’m busy living my best life?” But I listen. Turns out, my cousin got into a fight over a game of checkers. I mean, really? Checkers?
So, I’m trying to calm her down, but I’m also thinking about my sheep. They’re probably plotting their next escape. I wrap up the call and head back to the pasture.
On the way, I pass by the old church on Myru Street. It’s beautiful, man. The sun’s setting, and the light hits the dome just right. I stop for a sec, take it all in. This is home.
Finally, I get back to my sheep. They’re all there, munching away. I’m like, “See? No drama here!” Just me, my sheep, and the sunset.
But then, I hear a loud noise. A car zooms by, and I’m like, “Dude, slow down! This ain’t a racetrack!” I’m ready to throw a rock, but then I remember, I’m a shepherd, not a vigilante.
As the day wraps up, I sit on a hill, watching my flock. I’m tired, but happy. Shepetivka, with all its quirks, is my jam. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just me, my sheep, and a whole lotta memories. What a day, huh?