I know I’ve said it before in a previous post, but it’s good to make the right decision and go to another level in your life. Even if that means moving to another country.
I plan to do that. But meanwhile I can’t help admire the ones that already have made the step and move across the border.
Some of my friends said that going “there” is like you going to another planet. It’s nothing like Romania, it’s beyond imagination. I believe them, because most of them wouldn’t want to came again to our country, not even for a few days or more.
It must be hard to accommodate at the beginning. But once you have, you don’t even remember how it was living in a grey city, without any future, only thinking about what are you going to eat and what bill you’ll pay the next day.
So why do I want to stay? Is there something here for me to keep me? No.
I hate the thought that I can’t even give birth to a child. Because, if I did, I wouldn’t be able to raise him properly. I hate that we always have to relate our life with money. I wish they didn’t exist. But they do.
At my 18 – 20 years old I didn’t give a dam about money. Didn’t care if I have it or no in my pocket. Now it’s not the same thing. I still don’t give a dam about money. But I have to have it to make myself a living.
I know it’s a scary thought for everyone. New country, new people, new language, new places, new job. Everything new. Except yourself. You came with an old life baggage in a new life.
I made a promise to myself and I will keep it. I’ll go to another country and I intend to live there for as long as I can.
I’m sorry for my family, I’m sorry for my friends, I’m sorry for my job and colleagues, I’m sorry for my home, I’m sorry for my town, Bucharest, I’m sorry for most of the things I’ll lose by leaving.
Will I love the town I’ll live in? Will I love my new home? Will I love my new job and colleagues? Will I love my new friends? I don’t know.
But for sure I’ll love my family I’ll make there…
I have to step up.
I have to go.
I plan to do that. But meanwhile I can’t help admire the ones that already have made the step and move across the border.
Some of my friends said that going “there” is like you going to another planet. It’s nothing like Romania, it’s beyond imagination. I believe them, because most of them wouldn’t want to came again to our country, not even for a few days or more.
It must be hard to accommodate at the beginning. But once you have, you don’t even remember how it was living in a grey city, without any future, only thinking about what are you going to eat and what bill you’ll pay the next day.
So why do I want to stay? Is there something here for me to keep me? No.
I hate the thought that I can’t even give birth to a child. Because, if I did, I wouldn’t be able to raise him properly. I hate that we always have to relate our life with money. I wish they didn’t exist. But they do.
At my 18 – 20 years old I didn’t give a dam about money. Didn’t care if I have it or no in my pocket. Now it’s not the same thing. I still don’t give a dam about money. But I have to have it to make myself a living.
I know it’s a scary thought for everyone. New country, new people, new language, new places, new job. Everything new. Except yourself. You came with an old life baggage in a new life.
I made a promise to myself and I will keep it. I’ll go to another country and I intend to live there for as long as I can.
I’m sorry for my family, I’m sorry for my friends, I’m sorry for my job and colleagues, I’m sorry for my home, I’m sorry for my town, Bucharest, I’m sorry for most of the things I’ll lose by leaving.
Will I love the town I’ll live in? Will I love my new home? Will I love my new job and colleagues? Will I love my new friends? I don’t know.
But for sure I’ll love my family I’ll make there…
I have to step up.
I have to go.
Not a single girl
But a single soul
Mirela
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