I didn`t choose Amsterdam, it`s Amsterdam that chose me.
On the “Bridge of Lies”, Sibiu, Romania
The biggest dilemma I`ve been having in the last couple of years is whether I should move back to Romania or not. As much as I enjoy my life in the Netherlands, I simply miss my home country too much. Sometimes I feel that the whole purpose of me living here was to see Romania in a more tolerant, balanced way – something I was definitely not able to do six years ago when I moved. That, and to meet my boyfriend, of course! 🙂
To be honest, I was having a pretty good life back in Bucharest. I can`t think of something I was really missing. Friends and coffee dates, movies and picnics, travels and dinners out – that was something I was enjoying in Romania just as much as here, in the Netherlands. I even had a blog about my daily endeavours, just as I now have Amsterdamming. Besides, being close to my family – something I was maybe not entirely appreciating back then – was definitely the biggest of advantages.
Whenever I travel to Romania, I try to picture myself living there again. Things are visibly better than when I left, in terms of places to go out and people to be inspired by, and time simply moves in a totally different rhythm. Mai agale, as we Romanians would say. Slower. Un-rushed.
I am back from a ten day holiday in my home country and already feel slower, more contemplative, less stressed, and happier. You might say that`s how people feel after a holiday – anywhere, anyhow – but I am pretty sure it has to do with Romania, my family, and my recent discovery.
We spent a fair share of time in my hometown, Bucharest, with friends and family, but we`ve also been travelling on our own, in a rental car, throughout beautiful Transylvania region, seeing Brașov, Rașnov, Sighișoara, Sibiu, and some idyllic villages, almost untouched by contemporaneity, such as Viscri and Mălâncrav.
Bucharest, as always, is the land of all possibilities. Once out of it, however, the rhythm changes, the chaos disappears, and all that`s left is beauty. Pure beauty! The thousands of photos we took are the proof.
So, yeah, I was again very sad to leave, and, again, I was trying to understand what exactly keeps me from returning to Romania. The answer was waiting for me in Amsterdam, the day we came back.
The weather was gorgeous when we landed, so we threw our luggage in the house, then went right back outside, to enjoy the last hours of the day, with a beer in hand, and the sun on our faces, at the nearby Studio K.
And that`s when I had a revelation: I love Amsterdam, I love the easy-going nature of people and things here! It was love at first sight, after all. That moment, at Studio K, it became crystal clear that I am not moving back. Instead, I have to figure out a way to balance these two equally dear homes of mine, Amsterdam and Bucharest. I don`t need to have one in place of the other. I just need to somehow bring them together – as terribly different as they may be – give them the same attention, and, if possible, the same time.
I am happy with this conclusion. Don`t you just love closures?