Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
Tag

love

l

Why do I write?

W

Sometimes I feel dead inside. A feeling of nothingness lurks me from around the corner, grabs my senses and throws me into a void. I write the feeling away. The keyboard becomes my best friend and every word pulls me back into this crowded world. Many people ask me when do I write? Why do I write? Do I have a schedule? Do I have a plan? I never know how to answer that question. I...

Day 338 – A long time ago…

D

Sometimes I think about what I would say to myself from three or four years ago. Imagine running into your past self on the street and having the chance to sit and have a coffee together. What would you say? What advise would you have for yourself? For me the first thing I would do is slap myself before sitting down and having a nice conversation about the future. I would then look at myself from...

Day 326 – Children can see even when they’re not looking

D

Children have a way of seeing into the human soul. They can see things in us the adults that we may have forgot or we never noticed. They love us and hate us because of those things, visible only to them. We, as responsible adults, rob them of that sight and mold them to become like us, just like our parents, relatives and so on did to us when we were kids. But until we get to steal their gift...

Day 324 – Road trip

D

The train took me a little outside of Florence today. I had almost five hours all to myself today, to spend as I wish, so because I love riding the train, and also the person who was waiting for me at the end of the road, I said why not? I spend a beautiful morning and afternoon, chatting and unloading a tone of feelings that have been invading me for months. By the time I got back to Florence I...

Day 301 – Sunday…

D

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...

Day 297 – Rainy day, Florence, work session

D

Just when you start bragging to people that spring is here, that the winter coats are gone, that the sun remembered to show up in the morning, clouds gather all over the city and it’s raining, and raining, and when it stops… well, it didn’t stop all day. Usually bad weather agrees with me, although everyone keeps saying that you supposedly are moody on a cloudy/rainy day. I am...

Day 292 – My world

D

Someone asked me yesterday what does my world look like? My world never stands still. My world is a wonderful place filled with both joy and sorrow that keeps me going, that keeps me alert. Boredom has no place into my world, I hunt it down and kill it. Looking back, facing the path backwards, a smile judges my face and I know: I know my path is not just a one way street. Over the years I was...

Day 279 – Weird Valentine’s day

D

Usually on Valentines Day I take the time to write an Anti Valentine’s Day post, but that’s only because in my culture there is a different day like this one that everyone forgot about in the rush for the more commercialized, American one. Because now I live on “Mars”, where Valentine’s day seems to be a big deal, such an article would have been pointless. I am not a...

Day 269 – Childless mother (part IV)

D

Holding her daughter’s hand. Paralyzed with fear, invaded by memories. Seventeen years ago she was standing in a waiting room, similar to the one they were in now. Or maybe the tiles were just a little bit cleaner. She too was judging the women around her, she too was afraid of death and compromise. But she had to do it, her career was depending on her and also… also she didn’t...

Day 268 – Childless mother (part III)

D

Stomach pains, vulnerability, headaches, inability to smoke, depression… peeing on a stick. Doctors, visits, wrong diagnosis, fury, collapse… peeing on a stick. Happiness, fear, pain, smoking, denial… peeing on a stick. ” I am better than this. I should have been better than this. This can’t be happening to me. Not to me, the girl who always advises other stupid...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu