Homeless
Usually, no news is good news. Usually, this is true. However, my life nothing but usual.
Every fall, in mid September, I have a talk with some “influential” people from the housing comitee, to get a spot in my college’s campus hostels. For the last three years, everything went almost according to my plans and I was somewhat pleased. This year, all hell broke loose and even with tons of money (I’m not kidding) nothing could be arranged. The result? I ended up homeless!
Given the situation (no formal eviction notice), I was forced to move out of my room over-night. This being said, after about 2 hours on the phone with pretty much everybody that I hoped could help me, I was able to move at some friend of mine (even if it’s temporary, a roof over my head is much appreciated at the moment) and all my things were hauled to another friends apartment a few miles away…
So… now I trying to find an apartment to rent, but with the current prices, it might take a week or two. Meanwhile, I’m enjoying the boschetar life 
Small City Life
I went home last week-end. I just felt the need for some time away from all this run-around, that comes with living in a big city. I didn’t think it over; just packed my bags and took the first train…
I had time to spend with my closest friends, chatting about all the small things and time seemed to stay still, like it usually seems in a small town, like Braila.
But, to be truthfull, it all really was about seeing Veronica. And when you’re with the person you love, time is always againts you… As usual, we tried to do so many things together and managed to do so little… We were prepared to go on a picnic; it rained. We walked in the park, but the wind sent us home quickly. In the end, we had a few moments of peace, that both of us are waiting for, every other week-end.
It’s hard being so far away from her, but then again, I’m a fighter and I won’t let go easily!
