Days of Eni's life

My mom told me that when I was little (3rd grade or something like that) I told her I would go to the United States, and not only go, but do something with my life there. Then, as I got to junior high, then high school, my dream faded, and I forgot all about it. All until I went there for the first time back in 2006, when my parents urged me to take the chance, and try it. I loved it there, I felt like I belonged there. I felt like I could be 100% myself, and nobody would try to change me. Then i came back, and I felt out of place again. In February 2010 I went there again for a short vacation. I think it was the best time for me to rediscover who I was. I had the same feeling of belonging again, and I was so sad to leave, and let go. I think that some people understand what I mean, but many think that I am crazy, that I should just accept the fact that I am in Romania, that I should just shut up, and let people label me, use me, just because "that is ho things work here". Bu...

I am sitting at a table at KFC, in the train station in Bucuresti. It's still early. I see myself from the outside. What am I doing here? Acting tough? Hey, a new adventure! I have to admit, that it feels great not to worry about OMV anymore. Now that I don't work there anymore, I can say that it was a nightmare! The only good thing that came out of it is that I have two good friends that I can rely on (at least for advice and encouragement). I'll miss them, but I will not miss working there! Ok, no more complaining, it was a job that stretched me to my limits, broke me, and made me stronger. I learned a lot, and I became a fighter. I have to say "Thank you, OMV" fot that :D Jumping back and forth with all these ideas swirling in my head. At least I get to go to Church before I meet with the family that will become my family for the next 6 months. have I mentioned that it's a bit scary to think about it? I only talked to them twice over the phone (5 minutes ...