Life goes on and it has a strange way of figuring itself out, just like people say it will. So I find myself on the right track again (back to some sort of normality, that is). I´m dining out some, making dinner again (only a couple of times now, but hey, it´s a start!), answering my phone (if you´re lucky, that is) and enjoying life to the fullest-movies and moon light. 😉 New beginnings are so beautiful, but they tend to take up all your energy, so I sometimes retreat to my work and poetry. And I allow myself to freak out from time to time. 😉
Since we´re on a holiday in Bucharest for some days now, we decided to invite my family out for a better meal. Choosing a restaurant would normally sound like a nice and simple task, but proved to be a mine field this time. Not this one, not that other one, not in the city centre, ´cause the buildings are crumbling down, not traditional food, ´cause it´s not properly cooked, but not Italian, either, ´cause you don´t go to town to eat spaghetti, you get the point… The whole thing turned into a quarrel and I and my father no longer speak for the moment. Democracy was never the strong point in our family.