This was one of the longest waits I have ever had in my limitted travelling experience with almost 8 hours spent at Stansted airport between my first and second flight . Well, I guess I should just be grateful I had a chance to come back home for the Easter holiday taking into account the fact that I bought the tickets at a reasonable price only five days before I flew. And I am glad! Anyways, I had an unbelievable amount of time to kill on my own and since at one point I was too tired to do something productive such as reading I began consciously observing the surrounding airport environment.
It’s one of those Monday mornings when so as to wake up I need a mug, yep a mug of coffee, a cup of the what is supposed to be an uplifting morning tea, a glass of water, a…well, you got the picture. While switching between the drinks (this would sound unappropriate in another context), I caught myself thinking of how I’d rather spend my morning…
A sweet boy once told me that the perfect day for him is the highly productive one. As much as I agree that the feeling of getting a job done and checking things out of your to-do list is indeed pleasant, I can sometimes be the embodiment of The Great Procrastinator… and at the same time be extremely efficient while doing that.
I swear this wasn’t the initial idea behind my post today! I realise that the following article is probably the cheesiest I have ever written but blame it on some recent events in my life and mostly on the song I heard this morning called ‘Любов/ Love’. I am not a huge fan of those singers and I’m not claiming that this is the most romantic or rich in musicality piece. It was just something I put as a background to my morning coffee and it somehow touched the romatic strings of my heart (puking from my own cheesiness).
I’m at Waterstones Cafe again and I finally managed to get the nicest right-in-front-of-the-window table with the amazing view towards Princes Street Gardens and the Castle. I came here as the place always inspires me and triggers my writing creativity (and because I had a group meeting for a uni project but that’s not the point). It’s a sunny day, sunny for Edinburgh at least, so I feel quite upbeat, an unfortunately rare state of mine in the last couple of weeks. I am still getting used to the fact that my 22nd birthday was five days ago. It got me thinking about maturity and having to get a grip of my life and my future, which are somehow slipping between my fingers recently. To be honest, It’s been a while since I last felt like such an overall failure, which of course doesn’t help in maintaining my status quo of a positive smiley person.
As I promised at the beginning of the year, I am starting an online reading diary, where to present my thoughts on the last books I’ve read. A week ago I finished Haruki Murakami‘s novel Kafka on the Shore and I should admit I have mixed feelings about it.
As you may or may not already know, I am a Bulgarian and I dare to say I am a proud one. Although the political situation and the economic development are claimed to have been horrendous during the past decade, many young people (me as well) flee the country in a ‘selfish’ seach for a better life, corruption rules almost everywhere and the minimum wage is a joke, I’d like to say these are just temporary problems which only define the current status quo rather than the nation and the land as a whole. Living abroad has taught me that almost every nation finds something to complain about in relation to their government and the people that run it. Problems are basically everywhere if one decides to put the emphasis on them. That is why instead of judging and complaining about my country (which I don’t really think I have the right to do), I want to share some of the reasons I am proud of my origin. Actually, I’d like to introduce to my foreign friends one particular tradition which warms the cockles of my heart every single time – the cross search and the Male Ring Dance, which in Bulgarian is called Мъжко хоро (‘Muj -ko ‘ho-ro) . Continue reading “The Male Ring Dance during Yordanovden/ Jordan name day”