Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 301 – Sunday…


It’s been a weird day today. On any other day, I would describe the events that happened today as bricks to build a perfect day, but not today.

We spent the morning at the playground with Ephia, mingling with moms and kids, having coffee and watching her being happy. It was a lot of fun. We had a nice walk, delicious lunch and a friend over for drinks and stories. After Ephia’s long nap, we went for cappuccinos, cake and more stories. Doesn’t that sound as almost perfect? Well, it should have been, just that somehow it wasn’t.

I’ve been doing this for a long time, hiding mixed or sad thoughts, managing lost and found feelings, trying to put back pieces of my brain that go into a sort of puzzle mode sometime, yet somehow whenever I have a day off like today and completely dedicate myself to being just me, my day feels strange, weird, wrong. Isn’t that a little… weird?

So, on that note, I will do what I always do in this kind of situation: write it all away to make it better and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but just by typing it in a draft will make me smile before going to bed.

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu