I have found this picture on Facebook few days ago but I didn’t take a better look at it until today. Since most of the readers of this diary are Canadian and American, I thought I should share it, so that my readers can locate me in space easily. This is not the politic or administrative map of Romania, not even the geographic one. This is Romania from the fairy tale point of view. When you look at this map, you don’t see the poor, hopeless people (a recent statistic points out that only 30% of Romanians believe things will get better in our country and I am not one of them), you don’t see the bad roads, the bad railway system (it takes me at least 3.5 hours to get from my town to Bucharest, which is 209 kilometers of railway), you don’t see the packs of stray dogs running free on the streets and attacking people, you don’t see the grey buildings, the bureaucracy, the corrupted politicians, the misery in hospitals. By the way, did you know that in Romania there are more priests than doctors?
When you look at this map you see beautiful Romania, my country. Romania of Brâncuşi, the celebrated sculptor, of the painted Ortodox monasteries, of the Merry Cemetery, of Bran Castle (aka Dracula’s Castle), of the Danube Delta and of good wine. In case you wonder, my town Craiova is in South-West, very close to Brâncuşi complex and Statue of Decebalus. I haven’t been to all the places on this map but my prerogative is to visit them all before I move to Canada, because this is the Romania I want to take with me. Ugly Romania is forcing me to leave but beautiful Romania will always be the place where I come from, the place I will tell my friends and my future children about, the place I will miss, the place that will eventually get a magical glow in my memories.
Anyway, enough about Romania, let’s get back to me. I am kind of lazy, you know. I like to spend few minutes in bed after I wake up (about 20-30), I like to have breakfast and coffee in bed while browsing a book or some online news, I like long showers and baths, bottom line, I enjoy greatly taking my time. Like a friend once told me, the peak of being lazy is to wake up early just to sit around longer. Well, this is out I do. I wake up at least one hour and a half before leaving the house, just to take my time. Getting dressed and putting on my make up takes like 15 minutes. The rest is nothing else but taking my time.
So, I have always thought of me as of a lazy girl and a terrible procrastinator until this morning, when I read this . Now I am seriously thinking I might have ADHD. Last week I diagnosed myself with bipolarity, I wonder what mental disease I discover next week… I should really stop reading about illnesses because I end up believing I have them all and this is my sister’s territory.
As for my day, it was so boring. I didn’t hear the alarm clock and I didn’t match my scarf with my outfit. I didn’t even notice this until someone told me about it. I told her it is an eclectic outfit on a such superior voice that I bet she spent the day googling this new trend because she is that kind of girl. Joke on her ! Also, I didn’t make my bed, I didn’t write much and I didn’t study French. I started organizing my work computer, though. All my work and not only, is on the desktop. I am the IT guy’s nightmare.
Well, he should see my laptop. I have so many things, very chaotically saved, that I almost never find what I look for but every time I look for something, I find something else I thought was long lost and this makes me terribly happy. Weird, huh? I guess I am a computer hoarder or something. I wonder if this is a mental illness…
But enough for today, back to writing now!