All I can think about lately is the holiday I`m going to spend in Romania in a couple of weeks. Nothing compares to the feeling of going home, seeing your family and long time friends. And then, there`s the sun, the linden trees, the lilac, the food… So many reasons to miss my home country!
One of my biggest wishes is to someday return to Romania, and live there for a few months. Ideally, three months every year. These seven-ten day holidays are no longer enough for me. I need more time.
I would like to pretend I`ve never even moved to Amsterdam. I would resume my previous existence, back to my room, my mom, my sister and my dad, back to my old habits and friends, back to my previous radio stations, people, and addresses.
I would take the time to indulge into everything new that Bucharest has to offer. All the nice places popping up in town, one after the other, places I only see on Facebook and always have to skip when I visit because… lack of time!
In the meantime, I am calming myself down with reading and writing. I plan to start a new category on Amsterdamming, where to share some of my writings. Photography alone becomes insufficient, I need more media to express myself through. 🙂
I am logging out by posting some photos taken earlier this evening, relaxing with a beautiful collection of Romanian love poems and a bubble bath.
The dedication on the book – a gift from a dear friend – totally made my day: “Dear Andru, receive this book from me, together with all the tenderness, joy and beauty of our mother tongue! #love March 2016, Paris. Iza”
As I was reading this, some little stars began to fall from the book. Just like fairy dust. Magic! 🙂