Although I returned from Bucharest a couple of weeks ago – with my father joining me back to Amsterdam – I’m only starting to feel the separation from my home town now, that my father has left.
Such a heavy feeling having to say goodbye to my family two or three times per year, be it in the Netherlands or in Romania! It’s one of the hardest things for me to do. And, with each year that passes, these goodbyes only get tougher.
Unable to be myself again for a few hours after my father returned to Bucharest yesterday, all I could do was put these photos of my hometown together in a post, and think of the good, peaceful times I had there, not so long ago.
It also made me think that I’m not going to see Bucharest until next year…