Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 282 – Toddlers and their ways

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Today my daughter decided that it’s pointless to take a nap. My first thought: “There goes my work schedule.” as I always use those two hours to try and get things done. Instead of panicking, I took her out of bed and took her into mine. I figured if she doesn’t want to do something it’s fine as long as she plays quietly in my bed while I work. Toddlers have their...

Day 280 – Documentaries freak

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Documentaries, welcome back into my life! Why have I ever let you go? I’ve missed you so much, please stay forever! To explain myself. I used to be a documentary freak. Back home our TV was always on National Geographic Wild or on one of the many Discovery Channels. I devoured them, went to bed watching, woke up in the morning and watched them again. At some point I had memorized all the...

Day 277 – Aimless

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Not in the mood, tired, empty, feeling purposeless… Shower, early morning, overslept, motherly duties… Desperate for fresh air, coffee break, planning, smiling… Lots of hugs, lunch, leaving, teaching… Children, beauty, satisfaction, buss stop… Home, dinner, lots of hugs, smiles, sadness. This is how my day would look like without using any verbs. I was supposed to...

Day 272 – Exhaustion, writing, eagerness

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As the days go by, I feel compelled doing more things I don’t necessarily enjoy doing in order to get to the ones I love. By the time I get there I am exhausted and all I want to do is sleep or just watch a lame movie until… I fall asleep with popcorn in between my fingers. Another day goes by and I haven’t worked on anything I would have wanted to; and then another day and...

Day 259 – Fun Sunday

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After a whole week of running around, I decided to skip all the usual Sunday routine and plan something more fun for the three of us to do. So, when the cocka-doodle-doo sang from the other room, I jumped out of bed and brought her into our room for morning cuddles. Ephia usually doesn’t like any changes that get in the way of her routine, but who doesn’t love morning cuddles in the...

Day 252 – Kind of perfect

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Sunday again. Woke up feeling tired and moody. Kept mumbling about not being able to bury under the covers until noon like I used to. As usual, I shook all that off from my thoughts and went into Ephia’s room smiling. I had to keep a promise I made to her for today. All dressed up and with smiles on our faces, we arrived in Scandicci where there was a birthday party going on. Ephia was in...

Day 229 – Merry after Christmas day

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Ah, what should I tell you about first? The beautiful Christmas lunch we had yesterday, enjoying the company of good friends and watching Ephia jump out of joy that one of her best friends came to spend Christmas with her? Or, about our stroll downtown today, and the visit we payed to The Florence Studio where D had to film some scenes for a documentary they are doing together? Let’s start...

Day 228 – Merry Christmas

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The big day is finally here. All the preparations have been made, a drop of white wine was sipped, photos have been taken and now we have crawled in bed, hoping for Santa to show up. Christmas is a special day for me. I don’t know if it’s the atmosphere, the smells, the food, or just some weird connection I have with this holiday, but I embrace it fully. When I was little I remember...

Day 227 – It’s officially Christmas Eve

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My house smells like Christmas Eve today. Our traditional food is cooking slowly, there is a crazy smell of oranges all around the house and we are getting ready for our annual Christmas photo. This day always reminds me of my childhood and the way I used to decorate the tree on my own, always on Christmas Eve, while my mom was cooking and mixing spices in the kitchen. We never had a very...

Day 214 – Another year, another story

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Last year I was telling you the story about how I’ve met my daughter and tried to shape an image of our first year together. That was the year when I had to reinvent myself and recreate beauty out of nothing. This year the paths have been paved, beauty has been seeded and Ephia became one of my rocks, you know, the kind of rock you keep safely in your pocket and polish it until it grows...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu