Let's look back, it does good! (2015)
This year has been one of MY years. 5 and 15 are those numbers that apparently brought me luck since I can remember, you know those superstitions. I don't remember what happened in 2005 (might ask my Grandma for this :D), but I will certainly remember all my life what happened in the freaking 2015, the best year of my life up to this moment!
January was a huge step forward. I have proven myself that people are not what you hear about them; people are only what they are and how they behave. I started the driving school, and later I found that I have passed the so-much-desired-and-worked-for Cambridge Certificate in Advanced English; the door-opening diploma, the one thanks to which I could freely join a foreign University. I had my second serious interview of my life: I wanted to volunteer for an NGO in my hometown. I donated blood for the first time.
February has brought me a position in the NGO: I was going to do PR and translations for the next (at least) 6 months; something new, something I knew NOTHING about, but something that was somehow connected to my high-school study programme. February has come with emotional strength and power, and with my dream that started to take shape: I have begun to thoroughly look for accommodation for the adventure of my life I started later, in August.
March has come with the first preparations for the end of the year. I felt, for the first time, that all this journey named high-school is soon coming to an end. At the same time, I started to count the months until my one-way departure. Romania announced its song for ESC 2015, and I have never been happier with the choice than I was this year! (Maybe in 2010, we had a great song too)
In April I literally got my CAE diploma. In my hands. April has been peaceful. As peaceful as the month before the month that put an end to the high-school can be. April let me breathe. April gave me thousands of daydreams that made my heart race and my blood move. I made a day-trip to Bucharest.
May meant ending. Prom, graduation fête, a last hangout with classmates. The last classes, the last term-papers, the last literature essays, and the last lessons I have been listened about in front of the class. May meant serious preparations for the bright future I was about to step into.
June gave me plenty of time to prepare; mentally and technically for the finals; documents for my departure. A lot of running around, a lot of mistakes and worries, a lot of 'aha!' moments, a lot of relief afterwards. A lot of self-awareness and personal development. I cared about myself more than ever. The final day-to-day countdown has begun this month, also because I finally found accommodation in Breda.
July was filled with a wide range of emotions, from anxiety to carelessness, from excitement to disappointment and impatience. 3 successful school exams, a successful driving theoretical exam, and two new friendships, which announced themselves as some strong ones. Another trip to Bucharest. I also got the high-school diploma in my hands, my final documents sent, and my final letter of unconditional admission to NHTV Breda University of Applied Sciences. I also gave up the volunteer position.
August has been THE month: absolute happiness, abundant love and constant changes. I made time to see all the people that cared enough to tell me "Let's hang out before you leave!"; I have been to the countryside to see my great-grandmother (after a break of a few years); I have been to Tulcea, and then to the seaside for the last time this year, to see my dad, my relatives and my friends there. I finished all the businesses I had to finish in order to make my departure smooth and lacking regrets. I got the final documents needed, including my driver's license. I gave birth to the #100happydaysabroad Instagram project (more about what this project meant to me you can read here). And I finally moved abroad; I fulfilled one of my dreams! I let myself be amazed by the Western lifestyle, the cultural boom, my Uni, and the first flight I took alone. Oh, and I learnt how to ride a bike.
September brought me dozens of new people, plenty of adrenaline and emotions, a lot of impatience. New people, new language (first class of my Uni life was English, though), new learning and teaching styles, new subjects, new roles. I met people from many countries (Netherlands, Turkey, Finland, Estonia, New Zealand, China, Bulgaria, Germany, Aruba, Luxembourg, France, UK, Italy, USA...). I met the best people I could ever meet, the most helpful colleagues, the nicest neighbours, and the happiest citizens. Also, my old phone got broken, and I have lost everything: notes, stories, contacts, photos, music; a sign that I needed to start everything from zero, to detach from the past and to build a better and healthier future, for the sake of my sanity. Close to the end of the month, I got my first job.
October involved the first theoretical and practical exams, which I passed with flying colours, and the first finished and passed group project. We had a field trip to Zeeland, we got accustomed with each other within the class more and more; we got to know, understand, and even like each other.
November just made the academic work go further. I put an end to my first job. And as I am courageous enough to not stay in a place for too long, I strongly considered applying for an exchange programme; too bad I'm only in the first year, but time flies fast. 3rd year, here I come!
December ended the amazing year of 2015. Uiteten with the project group (aka best bitches ever) for my birthday, then a sleepover at my dearest friends. I used the Dutch public transport for the first time (which is quite a milestone if you think that I considered my life started from zero). Feestjes/fissa's with my classmates, more sleepovers with my dearest friends, a mini-trip to Rotterdam's outskirts and then to Zeeland, one hell of a great Christmas, and the chill-est New Year's party I ever had. And no, I haven't gone back in Romania for the winter break.
2015 took much away from me, but brought me more. It brought me what I needed and what I wished for. Great stories compressed in one single year. And here's to many more!
January was a huge step forward. I have proven myself that people are not what you hear about them; people are only what they are and how they behave. I started the driving school, and later I found that I have passed the so-much-desired-and-worked-for Cambridge Certificate in Advanced English; the door-opening diploma, the one thanks to which I could freely join a foreign University. I had my second serious interview of my life: I wanted to volunteer for an NGO in my hometown. I donated blood for the first time.February has brought me a position in the NGO: I was going to do PR and translations for the next (at least) 6 months; something new, something I knew NOTHING about, but something that was somehow connected to my high-school study programme. February has come with emotional strength and power, and with my dream that started to take shape: I have begun to thoroughly look for accommodation for the adventure of my life I started later, in August.
March has come with the first preparations for the end of the year. I felt, for the first time, that all this journey named high-school is soon coming to an end. At the same time, I started to count the months until my one-way departure. Romania announced its song for ESC 2015, and I have never been happier with the choice than I was this year! (Maybe in 2010, we had a great song too)
In April I literally got my CAE diploma. In my hands. April has been peaceful. As peaceful as the month before the month that put an end to the high-school can be. April let me breathe. April gave me thousands of daydreams that made my heart race and my blood move. I made a day-trip to Bucharest.
May meant ending. Prom, graduation fête, a last hangout with classmates. The last classes, the last term-papers, the last literature essays, and the last lessons I have been listened about in front of the class. May meant serious preparations for the bright future I was about to step into.
June gave me plenty of time to prepare; mentally and technically for the finals; documents for my departure. A lot of running around, a lot of mistakes and worries, a lot of 'aha!' moments, a lot of relief afterwards. A lot of self-awareness and personal development. I cared about myself more than ever. The final day-to-day countdown has begun this month, also because I finally found accommodation in Breda.
July was filled with a wide range of emotions, from anxiety to carelessness, from excitement to disappointment and impatience. 3 successful school exams, a successful driving theoretical exam, and two new friendships, which announced themselves as some strong ones. Another trip to Bucharest. I also got the high-school diploma in my hands, my final documents sent, and my final letter of unconditional admission to NHTV Breda University of Applied Sciences. I also gave up the volunteer position.
August has been THE month: absolute happiness, abundant love and constant changes. I made time to see all the people that cared enough to tell me "Let's hang out before you leave!"; I have been to the countryside to see my great-grandmother (after a break of a few years); I have been to Tulcea, and then to the seaside for the last time this year, to see my dad, my relatives and my friends there. I finished all the businesses I had to finish in order to make my departure smooth and lacking regrets. I got the final documents needed, including my driver's license. I gave birth to the #100happydaysabroad Instagram project (more about what this project meant to me you can read here). And I finally moved abroad; I fulfilled one of my dreams! I let myself be amazed by the Western lifestyle, the cultural boom, my Uni, and the first flight I took alone. Oh, and I learnt how to ride a bike.
September brought me dozens of new people, plenty of adrenaline and emotions, a lot of impatience. New people, new language (first class of my Uni life was English, though), new learning and teaching styles, new subjects, new roles. I met people from many countries (Netherlands, Turkey, Finland, Estonia, New Zealand, China, Bulgaria, Germany, Aruba, Luxembourg, France, UK, Italy, USA...). I met the best people I could ever meet, the most helpful colleagues, the nicest neighbours, and the happiest citizens. Also, my old phone got broken, and I have lost everything: notes, stories, contacts, photos, music; a sign that I needed to start everything from zero, to detach from the past and to build a better and healthier future, for the sake of my sanity. Close to the end of the month, I got my first job.
December ended the amazing year of 2015. Uiteten with the project group (aka best bitches ever) for my birthday, then a sleepover at my dearest friends. I used the Dutch public transport for the first time (which is quite a milestone if you think that I considered my life started from zero). Feestjes/fissa's with my classmates, more sleepovers with my dearest friends, a mini-trip to Rotterdam's outskirts and then to Zeeland, one hell of a great Christmas, and the chill-est New Year's party I ever had. And no, I haven't gone back in Romania for the winter break.
2015 took much away from me, but brought me more. It brought me what I needed and what I wished for. Great stories compressed in one single year. And here's to many more!
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