Future Sarah

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4 February 2012

So far, 25 is fairly nice. Maybe a bit mixed-bag though actually.

Two days so far: Day 1 (day after birthday) was spent at Disneyland and California Adventure with Laura, fantastic; Day 2 was spent feeling restless, aimless, and lonesome.

So awesome, fantastic day and wasted, angst-ridden day average out to fair.

Replied to a Craigslist ad this evening, someone looking for his “Amelia Pond” before I thought better of it. We’ll see what happens (if anything happens), I guess.

Only posting a photo of a frappuccino because it was handmade for me, on the house, by the sweetest barista in Bucharest (and he didn’t spell my name wrong; that’s the Romanian spelling). 

Want to hear one of my favorite things? One morning, the sweetest barista in Bucharest (who was not actually in Bucharest at the time) said, “Buna, Sarah” (“Hello, Sarah”), and I said, “Buna seara?” (“Good evening?”) because they sound a lot alike, and I was confused because, again, it was morning. The sweetest barista in Bucharest smiled and laughed and said my name again with emphasis, and goodness gracious, this is ridiculous. 

I should be sleeping because we’re going to the airport in four and a half hours, but I cannot sleep because we’re going to the airport in four and a half hours.

Only posting a photo of a frappuccino because it was handmade for me, on the house, by the sweetest barista in Bucharest (and he didn’t spell my name wrong; that’s the Romanian spelling).

Want to hear one of my favorite things? One morning, the sweetest barista in Bucharest (who was not actually in Bucharest at the time) said, “Buna, Sarah” (“Hello, Sarah”), and I said, “Buna seara?” (“Good evening?”) because they sound a lot alike, and I was confused because, again, it was morning. The sweetest barista in Bucharest smiled and laughed and said my name again with emphasis, and goodness gracious, this is ridiculous.

I should be sleeping because we’re going to the airport in four and a half hours, but I cannot sleep because we’re going to the airport in four and a half hours.

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29 January 2012

Today was a bad day. It wasn’t that anything bad happened. I was just in a rotten mood all day.

I suppose it was a lot of things. Didn’t sleep well. Made stupid mistakes at work yesterday. Down to $5 in my back account until pay day. Down to my last five minutes on my pay-as-you-go phone, too.

My friends are trying to pull together a weekend trip for my birthday but without much planning. At this point - and I feel mean and ungrateful for saying this - I’d rather just stay home or take a trip by myself so I wouldn’t feel so bad about them spending their money.

It’s days like these I wish I could just disappear.

And then, most irrational of all, somebody attributed a quote from the movie Hook to J.M. Barrie, and it nearly brought me to tears. It made me so mad!

I read somewhere that bananas may help with moodiness.

Let’s do some inventory, shall we? I’ll be 25 on Thursday. I am twiddling my thumbs instead of looking for chances to LIVE IN EUROPE. I am living with my parents and letting my bank account dwindle to $5. I have had one boyfriend, two sort-of boyfriends, and one stage kiss.

But I am a college graduate, have had a short story printed, a book of flash fiction self-published, and I have not been hungover or arrested or pregnant-out-of-wedlock.

In five years, I would like to have lived in Europe, to be married, to have completed a novel, and maybe to have a child.

Scratch “married” and make that “in a relationship.”

Bedtime now. Work in the morning.

I stayed here, with the most generous and warm woman I know, whose door is always open to the youth who live in group apartments nearby.

Rosiorii de Vede

I stayed here, with the most generous and warm woman I know, whose door is always open to the youth who live in group apartments nearby.

Rosiorii de Vede

Rosiorii de Vede

Rosiorii de Vede

obligatory Bucharest bathroom selfie

obligatory Bucharest bathroom selfie

totally blending in

totally blending in

Here’s a doodle I made of a selfie I took with my pal Daria. We’re not allowed to post photos of the kids online (makes sense), so this is what I’m doing instead.

Here’s a doodle I made of a selfie I took with my pal Daria. We’re not allowed to post photos of the kids online (makes sense), so this is what I’m doing instead.

Guess who has a crush

It’s me.

I’m alive

Quite alive and quite happy to be here and quite sad to be going home soon(ish). All kinds of feelings.

P.S. The constant listening to Romanian and trying to understand gives me a ticklish brain. I like it.