Growing up I was one of the boys, forever-bruised-knees, climbing-trees, stealing-flowers gypsy kind of girl. I used to wear grandma’s flowery skirts and spit at the boys who didn’t respect me. Not much changed. I am still the gypsy at heart little girl, wearing skirts. The only thing that is different is that I now know that respect must be earned.
You see, there are a couple of things that I strongly believe in. I annoy people with them because I’m so stubborn about it. I’m like an old lady trapped in a young body: I will nag you for throwing litter on the street or for being disrespectful towards somebody else. I’m like that. I annoy myself sometimes too.
One of the most important things to me is that I have to become better than the averageness I keep seeing around me. So, last year, in the pursuit of overcoming my condition, I gathered my things, sold everything, and moved to Amsterdam to study Political Science at UvA for one year. I come from a poor family and a bad neighborhood in Bucharest. Oh, Bucharest, truly wonderful city that tears its children apart. I miss it, nonetheless. I miss the circus and the craziness. If the US is the land of all possibilities, Romania is the land where everything is possible. You have no idea!
I was so happy to leave my home city, to get away. I don’t recall being scared. Leaving your life behind, packing all your belongings in one big bag should be scary, shouldn’t it? Especially if you’ve never been to that city before. Well instead of that I was hopeful, optimistic, and happy. I took the plane from Bucharest to Bruxelles so I will get to see the capital of European Union, supposedly my final destination after my studies. Then after I took the Fyra train from Gare du Nord to Amsterdam Centraal. I remember when I first stepped out of the station. The bikes, thousands of them just outside the station! And the guys biking with no hands, carrying large packages, or smoking and texting while passing through the intersections, dads and moms biking with 2 or 3 kids on the same bike. Amazing. I have a fond memory of that first image.
So here I am, 1 year and 2 months later, in the midst of my journey, at a crossroads. I will soon move to Den Haag (The Hague) for an internship. I was supposed to be already there, but due to fortuitous events, I was delayed one month. So I am waiting patiently. In fact, right now I am waiting for the final ok to seriously start looking for apartments.
It’s been a hard year for me. But I am still here. I learnt a lot; at uni and in life. Met a lot of interesting people, some of them slowly became very important to me, some of them drifted away. You lose some, you gain some. In the end all I hope to be is self-described and self-defined.