Towards the destination

Destination – the place to which someone or something is going or being sent.

My first destination was Romania. I do not know if I choose it knowingly or if I was sent. The idea is that I was born there. For a long time there was "home". One day an opportunity to go and live for a limited time abroad appeared. I left home thinking I will come back and I took with me a suitcase like the one of Oana.

Away from a world I knew by hart, from places I knew with my eyes closed and from people with whom I was sharing my life from the very beginning, I found myself surrounded by new people, new places and new habits.

Soon, I started to focus on people and new places around me, on life itself and not on objects like when I was at home where everything was known.

Months have passed one after another; I began to feel at home, to say "home" to a place considered first as austere. This happened several times afterwards, and year after year "home" has become the foreign one, the country full of "foreigners" as my grandparents are considering it asking me every time we see each other. "It is difficult there, far away, among all the foreigners?" How to explain that those foreigners are people like "us" and they are of all kinds, good people and bad people too. I have friends and I am having a lot of activities, even if they are different from what I had in Romania, I enjoy it. In fact I started to feel like a visitor when going "home" to Romania.

I am a rolling stone. On one part I have the old moss and in the same time a new fresh one is growing on the other side, every time I am rolling. Inside there is a Romanian hard core as it crystallized after I left and outside new layers are appearing. "Outside"(abroad) I found in fact my essence, the real me. I am a mixture of feelings, ways of thinking, cultures ... I am not longer just a Romanian ... I am a human being with the main destination: Earth.