I used to wait for the summer to come. I am fond of high temperature, I have plenty of T-shirts, I’ve learned to use sunscreen the first times I go out on a hot day so I am always prepared for that period. Sometimes I had plans for the summer: going to Vama Veche with some colleagues, visiting my aunt in Athens, going with my parents to Budapest, seeing Radiohead in Prague. Oh, what wonderful plans I had and what incredible awesome summer days I had spent!
And now… now I’m not very thrilled that the summer is here. I don’t have any plans for this summer, I don’t even have a vague idea what I’d like to do this summer. Also, I have to save up money for the Bon Iver concert in Köln in October so I can’t afford to just pack my bags and go. I wouldn’t know where to go, anyway.
I feel like a very precious thing has been taken away from me. My time is not my time anymore (still have problems adjusting to that), but not to have a summer all for myself? That’s outrageous!
What’s more, I reread bits and pieces of my very first blog and man, oh man, I had the same problems back then. I guess that I haven’t changed in these last 6 years. Not that I wanted to change, but I was still shocked to see that a person can be so stuck in time.
ionuca 
Pavla 
mony 
Stay open, something might happen…..