I’ve recently (about a month ago, hah!) been back home, to Romania and ever since, I have been trying to figure out if I enjoyed it or not. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s been amazing seeing family and friends but I somehow feel that it would be just as good if they came to visit or we’d go on a holiday together or something of this sort. So I wanted to put this question out there for all you who may be living away from home (be it in another country, city, etc.) : Do you ever feel like a stranger when you go back home?
Because I do. And I sort of felt guilty about it, but then I told myself it’s been almost six years now so it kind of makes sense I felt like that as now I’ve made my own little home away from home here, in the UK. It almost feels like when you try to tidy up your closet and come across your old favourite leather jacket – it’s got that familiar leathery smell with a hint of your perfume ingrained in it, it may be old and battered, but you know every little flaw it’s got and you still feel good when you wear it. however, it doesn’t quite fit that well anymore. I think that’s how I’d describe the way I feel about going home. I’m always really excited and happy and after a few days in I’m less excited and trying to figure what what else to do and who to see next and then I end up not seeing as many people as I wanted, having to wait for others or simply just not feeling like seeing anyone and just wandering around the city by myself. So I feel conflicted as I set out with all these plans and ideas which go to waste and I feel like I could have used that time differently.
I do however, enjoy the wandering the city by myself as I get to see and visit so many new places such as quaint bistros and minimalist coffee shops with amazing coffee and friendly faces. I always end up seeing Bucharest in a different light every time I go back. I guess this time it was a slightly melancholic light with a hint of sadness and bittersweet memories aftertaste that left me feeling this way. I think with age, as priorities change and now that I’m thinking of starting a family of my own, perspectives change.
And on that note, having shared this, it would be really interesting to hear other views and opinions on this matter.
Now that the festive holiday period is really over – even the sales are almost over, gah! – the cold hard reality of life hits us. I think I’ve been in a sort of denial mood for the last three weeks, thinking that the holiday cheer was still here. Well no it ain’t here anymore! Work, school, uni, you name it, is slowly sucking up your energy and the cold and grey-ish weather makes us feel like we want to cancel the day and go back to sleep. At least the days are starting to get slightly longer, bit by bit… So I have decided to share some of my all time feel-good ways to beat the January and February blues and stay calm, focussed and stress-free (or at least try!). Continue reading “Fighting the Winter Blues”
Happy New Year peeps!
I realise it’s been 2017 for a while now, but I wanted to write this because it’s long overdue. And because I hope to hear your views on this ‘New Year, New Me’ thing, which I personally don’t really care for. I think this is just how glossy magazines gain new readers and increase profits really. But that’s just me. Apart from a couple of years when I did write actual New Year’s Resolutions lists (which clearly went awry and nothing on those lists got done!), I think this is just putting a bit too much pressure on ourselves for the year to come. I believe in dreams and wishes, and I think these should be ingrained deep within your heart and not on a silly list, regardless of when you want these to come true. I do love a good list, but for shopping or people I want to invite to a party, not for my dreams.
Continue reading “Dream a little dream”
I’ve been having a bit of a rough week last week and have felt a great deal of anxiety and stress – all is good now as I’ve managed to beat this and get back to my regular self, but it gets me thinking how many people have to deal with this on a daily basis. It’s little things that trigger this, or it could be bigger problems for some, but no matter what it is, it feels scary, big, uncontrollable and it makes you feel small, afraid, restless, nervous and continuously uneasy as if something really terrible is about to happen any time soon.
So I’ve decided I’m going to send out into the blogosphere a few tips that help me stay calm, focused and keep the stress under control. Whether they’ll help or not, I cannot say, but maybe it will make other people happy to know they’re not the only ones going through this and they shouldn’t be ashamed of this. Continue reading “Tips on how to destress and beat anxiety”
There’s something about the sky that makes me feel like the world has got endless possibilities. Not seldom I find myself drifting away in thoughts about life, where I am at the moment and where I’d like to be. Then I start doubting my lifestyle choices having a look around at people I know who are already married, have kids, own a house, car, pet, are richer or thinner. And then I stop and look at the sky, take a deep breath in and tell myself that I have to stay focused. I know that life is not about that. To me, it’s about finding myself and being true to who I am.
Continue reading “To the Moon and back”
Hello! After days and days of deliberating whether or not should I start digitising my journal, I have finally decided to go for it and set up my own blog. It’s my lovely little space of musings, good food, music, travel and every other thing in between.
My name is Teona, I’m Romanian by origin but quickly morphing into a British gal (I love tweed and tea!). I’ve lived in the UK for five years now and I’ve graduated from University two years ago. It’s been an adventure so far and the years I have spent at University were an experience I’ll never forget. Looking back, I met so many interesting people whom I’ve learned so much from and made many friends and memories. Hopefully, I’ll get to share some of my memories with you and maybe help some of you with a friendly little piece of advice. Continue reading “The Belle of the Ball”