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My last adventure…

Posted on January 19, 2017

The last thing that fits my definition of adventure was my volunteering project through AIESEC in Egypt. Uncertainty. That’s the word that best describes what an adventure means to me. And the exchange was all about that. Actually it was the first time I left Romania. Back then, I had a strange desire to have a break from my normal life, and live another one for a while. And I wanted something that would blow my mind. And it wasRead More

What is home…

Posted on January 10, 2017

Mom: Stop saying Cluj is your home, it’s not. It really hurts me when you do that. I fell like you forgot us and your roots. Me: Mom if “home” had been a building or a place they wouldn’t have invented the word “house” to begin with. Home is a state of mind, a feeling, the universe that shelters you in a very specific moment. As I was growing up I could not imagine a place better than the oneRead More

Dina Juzbayeva – The girl with hair like the Sun

Posted on December 20, 2016

I met Dina for the first time two years ago. We have a mutual friend who introduced us to each other. She had her hair dyed in red, just like a flame. Later on in our friendship I found out that the flame in her hair was an extension of her strong personality and eccentric character. I remember the moment when we were taking photos in front of the Matthias Corvinus Monument and I asked her what her favourite placeRead More

If I could turn back time…

Posted on December 17, 2016

If I could turn back time, I’d like to be 6 again. My mum and my dad both home, my brother and my ‘Babusea’ (translation: great-grandmother) – all of us baking pies together. The house we were to move in was being built. My brother was in middle school, he was full of zits and tremendously authorial, but I admired him, because he was so smart and independent. My mom would constantly scold me, but she was there for me,Read More

The Perfect Christmas Gift for Me Is…

Posted on December 5, 2016

To me, the perfect gift for Christmas is to be home, with my little sister, mom and dad. Since I started to study in Turda, I have spent all the holidays away from my family. Now I really miss those times. A particular moment that is stack in my mind is when some years ago on Christmas Eve I argued with my mother and refused to join the rest of the family who were dinning around the Christmas tree. IRead More