I miss

Cleaning my laptop I found an old draft post for my blog, from April 2010, when I was still in India, missing home:

I miss:

• Skating when it snows and listen to Christmas songs
• Warring short skirts and transparent blouses
• Taking sun or enjoying the warm summer sea
• My Tae-Bo trainer
• My breakfast from home: cheese and bacon with a cup of milk with Nesquick
• Wearing gloves
• Running after trams in the morning and getting pissed off for waiting another 5 minutes for the next one
• My soft and big bed
• My welcoming messy room
• To hug and kiss my boyfriend on the street
• The joy to see that the spring is here
• The wonderful feeling of wearing boots
• To horrible wet cold from autumn which always ruins my birthday plans
• I miss my peaceful city
• I miss Sage and the hot chocolate with cinnamon
• I miss the boiled wine after skating
• I miss cherries
• I miss walking and seating on a park
• My body creams

Don’t know what I will miss from India. I think it is too early to realize. I still don’t believe I’m leaving in some days. My internship is over. I always say: ah, it’s still a long time to go home. I will come back to India after my trip, for some days. Will bring you presents, will have a farewell lunch, dinner, party for me. And I will be back. Soon!

Missing Iași, my city

I have more than 3 months out of my city, I have more than 3 months out of my country. I have more than one trimester far away of my people.This is the first time when I’m away from home so much.

It is a weird feeling. I’m not feeling like wanting to go back home. I know that the journey just started and it will be looong and fascinating. And it is now when I enjoying it more than ever. I like my work, I like my team, I love the people, I like my flat mates.

It is something that I don’t know how to explain. Even if you are leaving in other parts of the world, even if you like it, it is not like your home. When you see your home, you feel that you belong to that place. That is want I am feeling when see pictures or movies from Iași, or România. I feel I belong to this country, to this city. I’m Romanian, and I’m proud of it. This are pictures from my city when i used to live there.

This is how my lovely Iasi looks. Enjoy!