I don’t know if I like Bucharest anymore as I find myself longing for weekends as far away as possible from here. It’s so refreshing to see new faces, new buildings, to breathe cleaner air, to eat in a new place, to drink beer in a new pub – you get my point. On the other hand, as much as I like Sibiu, it’s not big enough for me. I am once again divided between two powerful needs: my need for anonymity, which only a big city can offer, and my need for feel-at-home places. Maybe one day I’ll be lucky enough to find a balance between the two.
I haven’t been this zen in ages. I am almost tempted to say that when I’ll look back on my life this is the period I’ll miss the most: not high school, not university, definitely not the MA, but this: 25, feeling as free as a bird, doing exactly what I want, traveling wherever I want, having just as much money as I need, trying and sometimes succeeding to conquer my anxiety, my depressive moods, my dictatorial gestures…
What I find mind-blowing is that now, right this moment, I don’t have any regrets, none whatsoever.
Let the future come, I’m ready for it.
i love it :-)