It is incredible how fast time goes by. I can’t believe we are in May already, where did the time go? It feels like yesterday it was New Year’s Eve.
I was thinking the other day how I’ve done nothing constructive this year so far. I have this terrible gift of belittling myself. On my list of failures: not writing much, not having booked an exotic holiday, not getting fit, procrastinating everything, all the time. I was about to slap myself, I am telling you.
But then the positive results of plenty of sessions of therapy kicked in and, with a bit of effort, I was able to see the lovely bits of my life. In 2015 I moved into a studio flat, I started working as an interpreter, I had a lovely holiday in Tenerife, I decided to move in with my boyfriend,viewed flats together and chose a pretty one bedroom at West Hampstead, put my flat in Romania on the market, finally cutting my ties with my mother land. Don’t I look completely grown up and accomplished when looking at my life like this? Moral: it is all a matter of perspective.
The most touching moment by far was welcoming at the airport one of the British survivors in Nepal, and having a cup of tea with him and his family, listening to some incredible stories. I admired his positive attitude and how he was making some of the things that happened to him sound rather funny. I would have probably came back with a huge PTSD if I were him.
But this is not about me or him, it’s about the Nepalese people that were left without nothing. I am kindly asking you to spare a fiver and donate it to a charity of your choice. It will not make a difference to you, but it will make a massive difference to them. In other words, please don’t pray for Nepal. Donate money instead.
P.S. My studio flat is up for grabs, if anyone is interested. Turnpike Lane, £750 pcm, bills included. Check the add here and share it to your friends.