memories

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

In our family…

Posted on December 26, 2016

In our family, the tradition is that on Christmas eve the Angel is coming, who leaves the Christmas tree all decorated in every house, with gifts underneath it. I still remember how my parents were trying to convince me and my sister to go caroling as soon as possible to as many people as possible and leave our house the last. When we got home, we could barely wait to see what the Angel brought us. This happened until oneRead More

The funniest memory from my childhood…

Posted on December 19, 2016

Every time my mom let me and my sister home alone, we did a lot of stupid things. And guess what? This happened really often, way too often. Even though I cannot remember them all, there is one I can`t tell, not even a single time without laughing with tears in my eyes. One day we decided to learn how to swim, and because it was winter and we could not do it outside, why not do it in theRead 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

What I really want right now…

Posted on December 13, 2016

Off the top of my head, I could probably say that what I really want right now is a sense of belonging. At this stage of my life, I can’t say that I truly belong anywhere. I’m 21 and I feel that almost everything and everyone that I can think of is transitory: people, feelings, perceptions and the city I (again, currently) live in. It seems like I always try to make connections with all these but they keep eitherRead More