I'm at my friend's summer home, and there IS internet! No one seems as excited about this as me. Today was a rushed day. I woke up at 10.36 and my train left at exactly 11.03. I still don't understand how I started/finished packing, got lost, and still made it. It's nice here, but different than what I'm used to. There's a grandma figure who cooks for us, and a big house with many rooms that reminds me of my own, and in the end, it's more of a tease than comforting. I want my house, with my family, and my own grandma. Or at least to go back to Bucharest and be able to do things the way I'm used to. This reminds me of one of my favorite quotes:
"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"
-john mayer.
I realize the quote and my situation are completely different, but that's how I'm interpreting it tonight.
xox,
loveacrosstheocean.
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