These days I’ve been thinking a lot about everything. I’m a bit stressed with the translation and the only way my mind knows how to deal with difficult things is to give me this urge to run away back home. Sometimes I am aware of this trick, other times it takes hold of me and I feel like a scared kid who is forced to live in this horrible world and who just wants to go back to his mummy. Right now, my rational self is still in control, but looking at the pics I took at my family’s country house makes me feel all mushy. I even thought about moving there and working the land. HAHAHA! Yes, I know, it’s a very stupid thought coming from a city girl like me. But still, it would be such a simple life, don’t you think? And in this case simple means just that – simple. Not easy, not fabulous, not exciting – just simple. I love my aunt and uncle so much (the ones who are living there) and it pains me to see them so rarely. Maybe if I had the chance to go home more often I wouldn’t be so homesick and I wouldn’t have all these crazy urges…
mi-a venit aşa un gînd citind rîndurile tale: mi-am amintit ce spunea prietena mea în liceu sau în facultate, după încă o despărţire de un iubit, că poate ar fi fost mai bine dacă ar fi trăit alte vremuri şi ar fi avut parte de o căsătorie aranjată de părinţii ei.
noroc că pînă la urmă l-a găsit ea pe EL şi acum totul e roz. :-)