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Cand mi-am dat seama ca plec. (When I realised I’m leaving)

Luni am inceput facultatea. Duminica de dinainte inca eu eram in Romania De fapt, in aceeasi noapte inca eram in Romania. Am aterizat la Beauvais luni dimineata de unde fuga fuguta la prima zi de pre-rentre (saptamana de dinaintea cursurilor cand ti se face turul facultatii si profesorii vor incerca sa te convinga cat esti de norocos ca ai fost selectat pentru a studia la aceasta universitate). Despre acestea, putin mai tarziu. Sambata, 29 august 2015, fosta mea colega de liceu Catalina s-a casatorit cu fostul meu coleg din clasele primare, Cristian. Casa de piatra dragilor si Domnul sa va binecuvinteze! Dupa ce am avut un timp extraordinar de fain cu ei si cu invitatii, revazandu-mi prietenii, foste colege si frati de la biserica, a venit noaptea si vremea sa se aduca tortul. Iar apoi…sa plecam. Eram in fata usii de la restaurant, povestind cu Emilia si Larisa cand mi-am dat seama ca e ultima oara cand le voi vedea in 2015…numai ca de data asta si realizez lucrul acesta. Fostelemele colege de clasa stateau langa mine, povesteam toate 3 si pe loc mi-am dat seama…ca eu plec. Emi se va intoarce la Cluj, sa termine facultatea de drept iar apoi sa intre unde va vrea ea sa intre, iar Larisa va fi si ea mireasa in 2 saptamani, urmand ca impreuna cu sotul ei sa se implice in lucrarea spirituala. Da, colega mea de banca din stanga va fi judecator iar cea din dreapta e deja licentiata in asistenta sociala si preoteasa in devenire. Iar subsemnata era pe cale sa se mute de tot si oficial pentru urmatorii ani la Paris, cu rezidenta stabilita si altundeva decat spitalul, 2 zile din 7; sa reincep o facultate, sa imi dau seama si mai bine ce vreau, ce imi face bine si cum sa ii ajut pe altii. Daca nu ar fi fost pentru gvh-ul cutanat care mi-a secat glandele lacrimogene, as fi inceput sa plang acolo, pe loc. De ce? Nu era pentru prima oara cand plec din tara sau pentru prima oara cand ma desparteam de fetele mele, insa cred ca a fost pentru prima oara cand am facut-o nefiind obligata de imprejurari si fiind perfect constienta ce inseamna asta: o cotitura in viata mea si un drum nou, diferit. Astfel mi-am dat dat seama ca voi pleca…iar ieri cand am semnat contractul pentru locul in care voi sta, lucrurile au devenit oficiale. Noua mea rezidenta e in Paris!

(N.B. Intr-o zi in Romania am avut sansa sa audiez o predica a unui frate englez care m-a facut sa imi dau seama cat de multa engleza am uitat. Pentru a evita o stergere din memoriei a unei limbi straine foarte faine si valoroase, voi incerca sa imi traduc fiecare post si in engleza sau chiar sa il scriu in engleza direct, sperand ca cei care stiu, vor citi, cei care doar inteleg, se vor perfectiona iar cei care nu vorbesc deloc, sa se ambitioneze sa invete limba engleza.)

Monday I started college. The Sunday before, I still was in Romania. Actually, I was in Romania even during the night. I landed at Beauvais Airport Monday morning from where I quickly ran to my first day of pre-rentre. (The week before the official classes, when you are given a tour and the teachers are trying to convince you how lucky you are for being selected to study at this university) About all these, a bit later. Saturday, 29th August 2015, my former high school colleague Catalina married my former classmate, Cristian. God bless you both! After an amazing time spent with them, with their guests, I was with my former classmates, friends and brothers and sisters from church. It was night time and cake time and then…leaving time. I was at the door, in the restaurant, talking to Emilia and Larisa when I figured out…that was the last time I was going to see them in 2015. This time I was realising it. Emi will be going back to Cluj, to finish college and then take whatever exam she wants to become what she wants and Larisa will be a bride also in 2 weeks. After that, her husband and she will be involved in the spiritual matter. Yes, my LEFT high school colleague will be a judge and my RIGHT high school colleague already has a BA in Social Services and will soon become a priest’s wife. Me? I was about to move to Paris for the next years, for good and officially, having yet a home other than the hospital 2 days out of 7. I was going to start college again, figure out what I want exactly, what is good for me and how to help others. And if it hadn’t been for the skin GVH which dried out my tear glands, I would have started crying. Instantly. Why? It wasn’t for the first time I was leaving the country, nor the first time I was saying good bye to my girls, but I do believe it was the first time I was doing it unobliged by the circumstances and being perfectly aware what that means: a turning point in my life and a new path, a different one. This is how I realised I was going to leave…and when I signed the contract for my new place, yesterday, I made it all official. My new residency is in Paris!IMG_20150830_001023

(One day in Romania I listened to a sermon of a British brother who made me realise how much English I have forgotten. To avoid having English removed from my memory, I will try to translate every post in English or even to write it directly in English. I hope those who know this language, will continuously read it, those who understand, will perfect it and those who do not speak it at all, will have the ambition to learn it.)

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