It’s been so long since I left but every time I go back there it feels like yesterday I was living there, going to high school, meeting my friends for a Coke (yes, I was a huuuge Coke fan and, also, Mum gave me just enough money to buy a Coke/evening) and daydreaming about moving to Bucharest. Now I’m living my dream and it’s definitely not as cool as I imagined it would be. And I’m not saying that I want to move back home but I get nostalgic about the good times I had there and sometimes I have the wrong impression that being there is all that takes to be blissfully happy again. This Peter Pan syndrome that I suffer from makes me fear the grown-up world and everything that has to do with it and it makes me want to run back to Mum where I’m safe and where my problems are dealt by others.
Unfortunately, I had a talk with Mum about this and she didn’t like my plan of moving back and doing nothing except reading, riding the bike, taking pictures and cooking. She is a very active woman (professionally speaking) and she can’t understand my laziness, or rather my desire to have a relaxed, bohemian life. And bohemian definitely doesn’t mean working hard and then working some more. I’d love to open a book shop in my home town and put my imagination to work in order to make people read more. But I’ve heard of people trying the same thing (in other towns, ofc) and failing. Books are still a luxury in such places. Anyways, I’ll keep that thought in mind and who knows, maybe one day…
foarte, foarte faina poza cu scara.