I am just back from this year’s (long due) holiday.
And what a holiday it was!
I took 4 weeks - most of them internet-less, - to be with myself and my son - and with Romania and my parents.
Romania - the land I was born in, it feels like a mother. A “mother” land that I HAD TO love and respect. One that I feel that I am finally letting go of.
It is a process, like most things are. I did not wake up one morning and said, here, I let you go, Romania. I am separate from you. I am me and I am free. I am independent of you and all your stuff. I am a human and an international citizen, I am not a "Romanian" anymore.
But while being there this past month, I finally felt it: it does not matter, Romania has no real grip on me anymore.
I can enjoy what I love about this land and I do not feel attached to the shit.
Yay for that.
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