Last weekend, while being in Baia Mare, I found out why I had never been a breakfast person: Mum refused to enter the kitchen in the morning and start ’slaving like a real housewife’ (not her exact words, but that’s the main idea) so she made sandwiches for me before she went to bed every night and sent me off to school on an empty stomach every morning. I can’t say I didn’t like that: no breakfast meant more time to spend in bed in the mornings and trust me, for a non-morning person, 10-15 minutes of idleness are more important than any breakfast!

But since I’ve started living with Martha and having classes only in the afternoon things changed. We started having a morning routine: drinking tea together and the most important thing – always eating together. She introduced me to the world of cereal mixes (I’ve been living in ignorance and thought that you can have only one type of cereals/meal) and to the world of starting your day with a full stomach.

Unfortunately, she has to wake up really early in the morning to go to work so now I’m having my breakfast with him. It’s so nice to lounge in bed in the morning and then prepare nice food without having to rush. He always puts the kettle on and chooses the tea we’re drinking and I’m either making porridge, scrambled eggs or mixing cereals. I love the feeling I’m having enjoying my cuppa and eating healthy food. I’ll be awfully disappointed if I have a job that won’t allow me to have these lazy mornings

Îmi iau conştiincioasă vitaminele în fiecare zi. Pastila portocalie face fâssssss când se dizolvă în apă. Mă panichez când văd că mai am numai două buline albe: “Trebuie să mă duc să-mi iau alte vitamine, acum!”. Dar ele nu mă fac nici mai sănătoasă, nici o persoană mai bună: în continuare îmi tremură mâinile, am ameţeli şi mă simt foarte slăbită; în continuare sunt la fel de selfish and unkind, dar de asta mi se cam rupe, că aşa sunt de când mă ştiu, doar nu o să mă schimb acum.

Mă enervează că de când sunt “fericită” nu prea mai dau pe aici iar dacă o fac scriu numai despre nimicuri (nu că până acum scriam despre chestii super interesante etc.); în general, nu fac nimic. Mă mai duc pe la masterat, mai ies la câte-un ceai şi cam atât. Încep să mă simt prost că dintre toţi prietenii mei sunt singura care nu lucrează. I’m slowly but surely turning into a fine loser.

Şi nu vreau să mă gândesc cum o să fie după ce o să plece Martha: iar o persoană nouă, 3 luni de zile, iar aceleaşi poveşti, iar aceleaşi explicaţii (“you know, I’m a bit obsessed about this, this and that and would you mind not doing this, this and that?”), same shit all over again. Da, e mişto să cunoşti oameni noi, da, e fain să ştii că poţi să mergi prin ţări străine şi să stai la oameni care la rândul lor au stat la tine, dar m-am săturat de du-te-vino ăsta.

În fine…

And different it was! Actually, it was quite scary: all those tall steel and glass buildings, corporate shit people walking around in their fancy costumes, bleah! It was another side of Paris that I wanted to see but didn’t like.

But apart from that Paris was an incredibly nice experience. I was a bit afraid that after this trip we’d have to break up but we survived and we’re still standing

We walked on Rue de Rivoli, through Louvre’s famous court, through the Tuileries gardens, past the Place de la Concorde , up Champs-Élysées and finishing at the Arc de Triomphe. It doesn’t sound that scary, does it? That’s what we thought when we planned this walking trip, but by the time we got to the finishing point I was dead tired and all I wanted to do was go home asap, get into bed and sleep. And that’s exactly what I did

Well, C. didn’t let that happen She said there are certain things we must see and she made the visiting plans for us. We saw a different part of the city each day and we couldn’t have been happier with the places we’ve been. On the second day we walked around Montmartre, where Sacré-Coeur is. I remembered the basilica from my first visit to Paris (I was 14 years old, it doesn’t really count) and I was happy to see it again. The thing I remembered about it was that I liked it

Montmartre was so bohemian – my kind of neighbourhood Well, OK, most of what I’ve seen in Paris can be labeled as ‘bohemian’, but I liked this part better than any other. I think on that day we walked from 12 o’clock until 6 or 7 in the afternoon. We just took the metro to get there and then go back home. By the time we got back we were literally exhausted. But we only got what we wanted

I’m so proud that I refrained myself from compulsively buying trivial souvenirs! Instead I bought some dresses At least they’re more practical. And I didn’t buy many presents either. It was a low-cost trip all the way

We arrived in Paris around 3 o’clock in the afternoon and by 5 we were walking around the city. His sister is sooo nice! She found a place for us to stay there, she cooked for us, she was our guide, yeah, she was great!  Of course, she would have liked us to stay longer, to visit more places, to do more stuff, but maybe next time. Three and a half days were exactly the time we needed to walk around Paris and take pics with all the cameras we own (the digital ones + the film ones = 7 cameras).

On our first afternoon there we walked around the Latin quarter and Notre Dame. Whenever I’m visiting a foreign city I’m amazed of how good it looks. Most of the cities here are horrible: the big communistic blocks, ugly shops, cars parked everywhere, people dressed like they’re going to a funeral. It’s horrible! Being abroad is like a breath of fresh air and also like a punch in the face: you realise you’ve been cursed to live in such an ugly country and that no matter how much you hope things will change one day, deep down you know they won’t and you’ll grow old looking at the same shitty buildings, bumping into the same angry people.

But there everything is quaint: from the cosy restaurants to their old bikes scattered around the city. There was always something new to discover, some nice flowers in a window, a beautiful lady with a colourful scarf, the fact that the drivers respect the bikers and don’t honk at them to pedal faster, in other words – civilisation.

I could have walked aimlessly for hours and I still wouldn’t have got enough of it. I know it’s not good comparing what you have with what you could have, but being there made me not want to come back ever again.

Yet, here I am, flying to Paris this Tuesday . Actually, we’re flying there together. Please, don’t start with “awww, that’s so romantic” cause I’ll just delete the comments. First time he asked me I had a panic attack. Fuck, we were at the beginning of whatever-this-is and he asked me if I wanted to go to Paris with him. I told him I can’t make plans, that this can always end and then what? Well, it hasn’t ended and now we’re going.

The scary part is that I’m so looking forward to being there! 3 full days of wandering around the city, having no idea where we’re going or where we are: that’s my idea of visiting a city. I don’t care about the weather (it’s going to be c-c-c-cold, but we’ll manage), I don’t care about the rain (it’s going to rain on one of those days, but we’ll buy umbrellas), I don’t care about money (supermarket food ftw!), I just want to walk until I’m dead tired, take pictures until my finger hurts from pushing the button, and laugh until my tummy hurts.

And maybe by the time we’re back the weather will have improved cause I’m sick and tired of staying indoors.

I haven’t written about her in quite some time – I know. But she’s fine: sleeping, eating, running from one room to another, meowing 20 times/hour to let her on the balcony and then to let her back in the room.

But now there are four hands that pat her and she’s in Purrring Heaven. She jumps on the bed, gets between us and looks at us demandingly: we know it’s patting time. Ah, how she enjoys those moments!

And she also has a Twitter account. She’s evil, bitchy, lazy, complaining, just like IRL Like I’ve said, nothing much going on.