Welcome home

       I don’t want to describe the Romanian medical system as any other system it has its ups and downs, but at that moment all I wanted was to go back home, to my rays of sunshine, to my children, cause I was too disgusted by this system and I was ashamed that I was a long time ago part of it, or tried to be.

 Everything revolved around money, after six weeks of hospitalization on 5 December I signed the discharge papers, I couldn’t stand mentally in a hospital anymore, I couldn’t stand to just lay uselessly in bed and watch how my husband loses himself from watching me lay around anymore.

 Even though I couldn’t move at all and my husband was exhausted from staying in a chair 24/7 on 6 December we arrive home with some presents for our kids (in Romanian culture is Saint Nicolas holiday).



And so a new chapter of my life begins…

My Story

       


       Since an early age I liked to travel, to go on trips: deep in the forest or up a mountain or simply just walking. I remember, I dare to call it, an adventure from childhood. I was at my grandmother's old house, in the countryside,
I remember I absolutely hated to stay rooted in one place or to do common things, but I was supposed to help. That day I was supposed to watch over a cow, so it wouldn't stray away, aaaaaaaall day long, while the other children were playing and swimming in the nearest river. That cow was a little crazy but I didn't expect for it to just appear in front of me and what threw me off, literally, was that it actually took me with its horns and threw me exactly in the thorns. Ouch, I still remember that there wasn't a part of my skin that didn't have this minuscule wood thorn in it. Forgetting the pain or trying to, I took care of most of them and I left the cow but that wasn't all, I left my grandmother's place without even telling her anything as I didn't see her and I didn't bother looking for her. I went all the way to my other grandmother, I don't even remember the actual time it took me to get there, but I know that it was a long way (16 kilometers or 10 miles) may I remind you that I was a child and I went on a walk, alone through three villages, until I arrived in the city to my salvation. Since then I think something in me sparked at the idea of walking, of exploring. If it were somebody else maybe they would have hated the idea of it, but I wanted more. Not the pain, but the adrenaline of just getting away from my problems even for a short amount of time. It amazed me how you could just get up and go and discover, to just travel away from your worries and nightmares.
Fast forward in 1998 I married and a year later my only daughter Mihaela brightened my life, she was my little ray of sunshine as she was a little bundle of happiness with bright eyes and little blonde curls. Since then life took me through different countries, but two of them I knew more of, because of our prolonged stay: Lisbon, Portugal, where we lived a short period of time (God, as I rewind these memories, the longing of seeing them once more takes over my heart) then eight years we lived in Spain, where we visited and we took trips frequently balancing them with our work. In that time I had my two boys, Raul and Tudor, in that order, the light to my happiness. After long eight years we decided that we must come back to our ancestral home, to raise our kids with the same love for our country as we had when we grew up, but a surprise for us was our last child, Seraphim. Now my four children were my pride and joy, they grew up and we actually went through so much these last 7 years, you won't even believe it! But I think that is another story, for another time.


See you soon!