6:22, another sunrise, today only the house dog Leo accompanied me. But I liked it. I enjoy such peaceful mornings, especially when they smell of wormwood, sea, and freshly brewed coffee. Getting up in the early hours gives me enough time and silence to contemplate on my life with a clear, positive, and a bit dreamy mind. The old Bulgarian saying ‘The morning is wiser than the evening’ is often true in my case. Thus, my inner conversations are more pleasant and productive at 6 am than at 6 pm.
8 am in the morning. I’m sitting at the front porch, drinking coffee, making company to my favourite heavily smoking aunt, looking at the sea, and enjoying the sun beam on my right cheek. The air is yet to warm up before I can go for my morning swim. One of the biggest benefits of waking up at 6 am for the sunrise is then being the first person for the day on the empty beach (excluding the firshermen who are there earlier than me).
Sadly, I haven’t always been as fortunate as now in terms of love. Even though my experience is not that extensive, somehow I still managed to meet some jerks on the road, or let’s not be that bitchy – some good boys who acted as jerks in particular situations. Is that better? And I am not the only one; my girlfriends’ stories have honestly left me speechless (those who know me are aware how hard is this to achieve). Some of the phrases we have heard just made me wonder what the hell the personas we went out with even thought. Luckily, I was granted with permission to reveal some of those ‘Tell them, boys, bye’ encounters. Just to make it clear, I am not trying to expose or humiliate the boys, but rather to expose the idiocy of their actions so they do not repeat them with someone else. Don’t worry, guys, both ours and your names are changed. And some of yours – happily forgotten, but your nonsense will be remembered by us for the years to laugh at 😉
I am a lucky girl, no, wait, I am the luckiest one…yet the past couple of weeks felt like months, some days even like ages. I have had quite a few goodbyes in my life, especially in the last three years since I am abroad, nothing unusual for someone studying in a foreign country. Silly me, I thought I have mastered the art of ‘pretend-we-will-meet-tomorrow ‘ with my family and friends. Well, I admit, I still share some tears when my mum wishes me safe travel on the train/ bus station or at the airport. But as Sinéad O’Connor sings – nothing compares to…him.
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.