Still September, not yet October

September 2009...back home. The same room, the same view and the same people. More or less, because a lot of things changed since I first left last year. The thought of staying home for a bit longer makes me take of my holiday coat and forces me to adjust to the life I am about to restart. I'm almost done with the intrenship report and school, till next year. I have been asked to start my thesis now, but I need a break, or at least that's how I felt just a few days ago, after arriving. I refuse to watch the sky anymore, because I am afraid of seeing airplanes. I will soon have a job again, start paying my credit and devide expences in order to save money for my next trip. I don't know what I have learned, but I know what I feel...and I know what would stop me from running away from I don't know what and moving from one place to another. Since I stoped travelling for now...September 2009 will be the last post about me and my adventures. I am not sad or disapointed, I feel like a curios child opening all the boxes, until what I have wished for pops up.

Till next time...I found a nice post: http://alexunu.blogspot.com/2009/05/balada-celor-neimbratisati.html

Moving on up to a delux apartment in the sky

A few days ago I was talking to a special someone (I miss you!!) and I remembered how, during my first classes at school I loved listening and absorbing the stories my classmates had after each summer holiday, they were talking about Disneyland and far away places where you could only travel by plane. I wished for that so much, and I never got it as they did. My only chance was to go and do something more, like study, dance or sing and work. I have never had a holiday abroad...I only crossed the Romanian boarder with a well established purpose. I get shivers every time I see a plane now, because I know I am going to be up there soon...what I wished for most became something frightening...I have never been twice in the same place or with the same people...I know that every time somebody else will be waiting for me at the airport or I will have to discover a whole new place by myself. I am addicted to traveling and if I would ever consider myself lucky in something…this would be it. I am not lucky in love and I always have just as much money as I need…I am a traveller.

I only met great people till now, with some I am still in contact and others I will never see again. The shifts I've been through every summer since I was 13 thought me great lessons of life and placed me in different weird situations...What I am always thinking about is what those people really think about me and what I have left behind. I would like to ask: what is the first thing or moment that comes to your mind when you think about me?

La noche en Blanco

I finished my internship this week. I wanted to write a few things about my feelings at the end of this experience, but I can't really put anything together. I can't even write my internship report...and this isn't because everything was bad, but because it left me sour and without words. I feel like a person who gets out of a relationship and instead of still loving or hating, doesn't care. That's how I feel after three months as an intern at the Romanian Embassy in Spain I don't care. I will manage to put myself together these days and at least write the internship report.

"La noche en blanco" marked Marketa's and Edita's visit. After 3 months of leaving Aarhus, seeing them brought a feeling of warmth back into me. I felt like we've never been a part and we just went on one of our trips from Aarhus. I hope this type of meetings will happen every three months because I love the feelings they bring back into me. They bought me a super cute mirror from Paris, because they know I love little things that seem insignificant to others, instead of big, posh gifts. I managed to mix them with all the others here and we hanged out internationaly. With them I also finished my tour of Madrid, seeing everything a tourist could. 

Cold September

Along with September the warmth of Madrid disappeared. The wind started blowing cold, shifting everything that comes in its way. The city and its people have no mysteries to unravel...it just became another city I have been living in, and discovered without playing the role of the Japanese tourist. One more week of playing behind the desk, and two more before becoming again a Romanian student abroad. The end of an experience that became difficult to conclude on paper for my internship report. Three months of living a life I have interacted with before and maybe will do it again...next time, if there will be, as the one holding the golden feather. Trust is rushing through my veins, but not in the people around me...only in the star I have carved on my skin and believe in. I changed my status and dare to do more than before. I have no hidden feelings, only hidden purposes. Another page is turning like every three months in my last two years. Another page full of friends, laughter and sleepless nights. Unlike before, my clothes are still in the closet waiting to be nicely put in my traveller’s bag…and I’m still acting like a person living here since forever. I hope that next weekend will help me make up my mind once and forever, as a part of the life I have left behind a few months ago is coming back, Marketa and Edita.