We, Romanians have a saying: be cheerful in hard times ( “a face haz de necaz”). In a way it’s part of our structure. In more ways even it’s part of my structure too. I would rather give a long laugh to any trouble. But sometimes I would scream a long crying out too. This last sentence highlighted quite more in the last 3 years… When a different adventure has started…
I have fallen in love. It happens in a normal way to all humans… It’s a great feeling and is worth it. The story of my love is quite interesting and many friends who know already about it encouraged me to write a book which could inspire others.
One day definitely I will start writing my own novel. Not sure only if to inspire, even I want to bring as much hope as possible, but to make aware regarding some issues of our reality. Till then I just walk through the whole path of immigration procedures, witnessing a Brexit which impacts vital aspects of our lives. Till then I just write my lines here, trying to point out peaks and valleys, while bullying and racism are still alive and are embracing each other in a stand against foreigners.
The great part is still by my side: my husband finally joined me in UK, about 7 month ago, after a long wait for family reunion ( 1 year and 7 months). The sad part is written by procedures of a Home Office, which plays with people feelings and lives. The nightmare seems still carry on.
The other good part is that I love a lot my job. I am a Radiographer and I enjoy my work. The other sad part is the uncertainty of the new regulations regarding foreigners once Brexit will happen.
One great part takes place in our house too. My husband usually cooks for us delicious dinners. Enjoying them with a glass of wine sometimes, but all the time with a cheerful smile on our faces. Cause at the end of the day, we are still alive, we are together, we are happy.
Keep going for your dreams. While there is life, there is hope!