I hate making plans. I daydream, but I hate plans. Why make them when you can’t control what’s going to happen? I want to believe that my phobia of making plans is something rational, but I have a hunch it’s plain pessimistic. I’m a person who is always changing her mind, who is influenced by the weather, who now says a thing and 2h later is doing the exact opposite. So how can I make plans under these circumstances?
Yet, here I am, flying to Paris this Tuesday . Actually, we’re flying there together. Please, don’t start with “awww, that’s so romantic” cause I’ll just delete the comments. First time he asked me I had a panic attack. Fuck, we were at the beginning of whatever-this-is and he asked me if I wanted to go to Paris with him. I told him I can’t make plans, that this can always end and then what? Well, it hasn’t ended and now we’re going.
The scary part is that I’m so looking forward to being there! 3 full days of wandering around the city, having no idea where we’re going or where we are: that’s my idea of visiting a city. I don’t care about the weather (it’s going to be c-c-c-cold, but we’ll manage), I don’t care about the rain (it’s going to rain on one of those days, but we’ll buy umbrellas), I don’t care about money (supermarket food ftw!), I just want to walk until I’m dead tired, take pictures until my finger hurts from pushing the button, and laugh until my tummy hurts.
And maybe by the time we’re back the weather will have improved cause I’m sick and tired of staying indoors.
V 
morbo 
ionuca 
Sper să nu pun prea multe poze 
gracie 
Ana 
eu nu zic chestii d’astea cute, romantic, just ca de vreo 2 luni ma gandeam sa plec la paris
enjoy it, dear! bon voyage!