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It's 6.40 am and I am out of the bed and into the kitchen. I appreciate the solitude of this quiet moment of the day. What I don't like are the crowded pans, pots and dishes left in the sink and on the kitchen counter. The breadcrumbs on our table, too . Normally I make sure to clean it all after dinner. Last night I had other priorities. In my dreams, hubby, who goes to sleep late at night, would have noticed the mess and clean it all as a birthday gift. Today is my birthday after all. Stories of self pity start racing in my head. Lately I've grown better at catching them. "Is there anything I can do ? " I ask myself. "Nonviolent communication" comes to mind. I don't like the name and I didn't get to the end of the book. Maybe it was not the right time then. I grab a pen and paper and it all pours down like rain on a summer day. A list for him. A year from now, I'll print it out and hand it the night before I turn 42:   

  Poems can change your life .  "Wild Geese" has been my magic dust every time I need direction or rhythm. Every time I need to take myself back home:

  It's late Saturday night, after 9 pm. We are back from a birthday party where the boys had some much needed, long awaited, fun. They ask for some screen time to cool down. My answer would be no, so I tell them to go ask daddy. He says yes. I take the time to write down some questions. When I announce that screen time is over, Tudor comes first, lying down in bed, next to me. "I am about to interview you" "Do I have a choice?" "Of course, you do. You can say no, if that's what you want." "I'm gonna say yes, because I know how much you like writing."  The answers are together but the interviews were separate. Cristian was not present to hear Tudor's answers. However, Tudor didn't want to leave the room when it was Cristian's turn.  How are you feeling today?   T: I liked going to the party but I didn't like breaking my legs (they played musical statues and, on freeze, they were suppo

"Your room is the kitchen" hubby says sometimes. He is relaxed enough to make jokes because he has his own room in the apartment, his man cave. I don't. I have a 0.8 square meters corner of my bedroom which serves as an office. And another 1.4 square meters in the balcony, my reading and relaxing corner. My chillaxing space. My tiny she shed, my reading nook. What's in a name?!  A she shed is a feminine man cave . It's usually a shed in a garden. For me, half of my balcony is good enough. The paint on the wall I am facing is chipped and the other half of the balcony is occupied by our clothes-drying rack. I don't mind any of these.  My chillaxing nook was the perfect place to spend late spring afternoons when we needed to be in the house by 8 pm; where I compete for space with Griza, the cat. She miaows at the door to let her in. Then she finds a sun patch and never leaves for hours. I am sure she thinks it's her cat nook, not mi

Restrictions, they must be on your mind, too, these days. The beginning of 2021 I took some time to think about them. How much was the government and how much was my own? How can I choose action over fear and stay safe, too ? How can I work with the limitations and have some fun intentionally (intention was one of my 3 words for 2021)? I made plans for the weekends, I went out in the evenings even during weekdays. Not much, but enough to feel better about the option being available to me. Enough to feel that I can be in the current situation and have some freedom of action too. Even more important, full freedom of mind. I became a tourist in my hometown , exploring places new to our family and friends. Muzeul National al Hartilor si Cartii Vechi ( Maps Museum ) I'd pay money to visit old houses from the city center. I imagine the furniture, the memorabilia, the family photos and the smell I could find in those houses that lure m

I have been spending most of my time in a 2 bedroom apartment, on the 7th floor of a big block. I like home but I miss nature. At this point I feel I need to go outside more, hug a tree, hear the birds and walk on unknown paths. I miss the touch of sand or dirt on my feet. And I miss making plans. Since the solution doesn't come easy, I learnt how to bring more of the nature's beauty inside. OPEN A WINDOW What would you say about opening a window anywhere in the world? Does this sound like a superpower? It is exactly what WindowSwap is doing. Collecting window views from all over the world to give you the chance to look through a window far away without leaving home. I am expectedly fascinated by the site of: reindeers, harbors, parrots, stillness, quite streets, big towns, greenery and everything else one could find by opening windows all over the world, from Australia to Russia, from London to Warsaw. You can even submit your own

January 2020. We went on a tour of Transylvania to find snow and a much needed rest. Hubby planned the trip inspired by this article . It's one of his superpowers, to organize magnificent vacations all by himself. It's one of my delights to know nothing in advance and enjoy the experience as it is unfolding. Brukenthal Palace, Avrig, via Pitesti Our first stop was Brukenthal Palace . We stayed in the longest apartment I've ever seen. Up in the attic, with a lot of space and a short 1 night stay. Avrig was generous and gave us the snow we were looking for. And a hill kids used for sleighing.  The breakfast was an all time favorite, with the perfect blue cheese and the most delicious homemade cheese bread. There was not much time to stroll through the immense park. I left wanting for more. These days, 1 year later, I want to make it the first destination after the quarantine. We paid a half day visit to Sibiu, on our way to accommodatio