MAKING IT PERSONAL

My main intention with the creation of this blog is to update people what I'm doing with my life, and that includes everything from what I'm wearing, what I did, where I went, what I ate, what I discovered, and how I felt. Oftentimes, I've omitted the latter part because it's much more convenient to share things at a superficial level. This is what I wore; I went here; this is my denouncement. But life is not composed of a series of fashionable attire nor it is all delicious foods worthy of being captured on photo. I want to maintain connection with people from school, at home, and wherever else I will venture in the world. If you permit me for a brief moment (or several), I'd like to make it personal this time.

So, with that being said, let me first tell you where I've been. I recently visited Karolyi Castle in Carei, Romania, where inhabitants established a castle back during the Austro-Hungarian empire. The location was quaint, since its quiet geography attracted many visitors regionally. However, I cannot necessarily laud the manor as I would with Peles Castle, in Sinaia, but it was still nevertheless a wonderful. The library conjured romantic and literary sentiments, some of which produced a vehement urge to go through and gaze at the books, wondering what person in which century devoured those stories. The grandiosity of the piano elicited a romantic inclination and momentary sensation of curiosity of what it would have been like to play the piano (or pianoforte) with so many arduous individuals as part of my audience. My propensity to romanticize and capture simple things with grand language revelled at the castle, wondering what must have happened in these rooms that are undocumented, what was exchanged that cannot be recorded in books, and what occurred that history in unaware of, that will only remain in the memory of the inhabitants. A million and one scenarios played in my head before returning to simple enjoy the moment at present.

With the arrival of extremely unpredictable weather, one day it will be -5C and snowing, the next day will be a torrential downpour, and the following day will be a pleasant day with 10C. As a result, dressing accordingly has somewhat grown to be a conundrum. Do I feel like dressing practically or fashionably? Thankfully, perusing through Pinterest has finally given me enough inspiration (and motivation) to document my outfit.

{ top: Zara; pants: H&M; leather boots: Manor; purse: Anne Klein; necklace: H&M; watch: Tissot }

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I will warn you in advance: I'm about to get very real with you. (Well...as real as I'm comfortable sharing on the Internet.) If you prefer not to read this likely long post about my past several months, then, please, I implore you venture elsewhere. You are not obliged to keep reading. (Go on tumblr, watch a music video on YouTube, read a book...) You want to know what I have to say? Alright then, don't say I didn't warn you.

I've contemplated how I wanted to go about this. I really don't want to sound stuffy or regal, so I've decided to address you, dear reader, as a friend. So I'd like to imagine that I'm sitting at the Commons, at my university campus, in my friend's room, talking about the very thing I'm about to share. Before coming to Romania, I had the delusional idea that life here would be grand. I'll be living in Europe now, I have a different palette to choose from, I have a different place to go shopping and buy clothes (I still miss TJ Maxx), and I have new people with whom I converse. And it was fine; it was great during the summer. Everything I ever wanted in a summer chapter happened: I had good friends, things to go, a romantic interest, and places to see. And it continued that way for a short while thereafter. I appeared to be on Cloud Nine. It was fun, it was adventurous, and it was (seemingly) everything I ever wanted.

Then life happened. Things changed. I really cannot recall the hour or the moment when things changed or perhaps my perception altered. All I knew is that it was already happening before I was aware of it. I had entered perhaps the most difficult season of my life, without anything around me the goodness of God. Instead of gaining hope, encouragement, and strength, I was feeling hopeless, discouraged, and plainly all out of faith. I turned left and right, but no matter where I looked or how hard I stared into some obscure oblivion, I did not receive the answers to the questions I was asking, nor a reply to what I was saying. I continued with my routine, slowly withering away yet depleted so severely of any vitality, that I existed as a former version of myself. I so longed to hear words of encouragement, for someone to notice that I was venturing down a dark road, yet people are so caught up with a plasticity that perpetuates the culture of Romania that I didn't find solace or comfort in anything really. Church, people, close friends...I felt a variety of emotions, all of which offered no remedy for the injury that no band-aid can cover. After some time, I found myself distant from God, from the person I can always count on, that I can depend on, and that will love me unconditionally? I was crippled with the question how I got here, how I got to feel so far away from Christ. I've lost sight of who God is for me. I lost the joy, the laughter, the pure childlike wonder I had for my loving Father. Instead, I've listed reasons why He should have nothing to do with me. That's not who He is and that's not what He's like. I haven't heard a preaching that discussed the insurmountable depth of love Christ has for me, that when He looks into my eyes, He doesn't recall all the many mistakes I've made or flaws that I have. Instead, He gazes right at me, looking directly in the eye and whispers that He loves me, that my identity does not rest of what I've done (what I've done, past tense), but rather who I am, to Him. I've missed knowing that I'm called daughter, princess, beloved one, lovely one, beautiful one, instead of phrases linked to servitude that is more or less equated to a service an employee has to his employer. This theology of conditional love is so perpetually concurrent in the culture is absolute bullshit. Why are you painting a portrait of God of something He is not? Listening long enough, messages flooded my heart that consumed my heart. Instead of lauding His grandeur, His merciful embrace, and how sweetly and softly He whispers in your ears, the central message is that God will love me if I meet His conditions (which apparently are not even constructed by Him, but rather religious institutions). God is not vindictive, furious, or conditional; He is gracious, He is kind, and He is loving, forever and ever and ever. The God you're talking about is definitely not the God that I experience.

The best way to describe is that I was a sailor preparing a journey on my boat. I was accustomed to the seas, I adequately prepared for the journey, but then an unprecedented storm came and it shipwrecked me, and I was marooned. All my supplies were lost and I was lost at sea, without something to hang on to. I felt lost, without a hope to hang onto. Lying on a piece of plywood, the only thing keeping me afloat, I eventually ventured on the sea, without the slightest idea of where I was going or where I was. Then, ever so slightly, a light flickered in the distance, and as I would swim towards it, the light would intensify. Eventually, with the brightness of the light ever increasing, I found my way back to the shore, to the place where I originally had ventured. I felt like I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was horribly mistaken. If I take enough time to think of my life here, I'm filled with a thousand questions that I may never have the answer to. (Why can't people drive properly? Why do Romanians talk so much? Why can't you stay in your own (insert expletive) business? Do you feel the need to give your opinion on everything, even though I never asked for it? Why don't you respect people? Why can't you respect my privacy? Why do you judge me because I'm from Canada? What makes you think you're better than me, simply because you're from Romania?) Even from the simple way I act and think, I'm clearly set apart, but that is not necessarily a good thing. Apparently, I cannot think and act for myself without needing the constant validation of the opposite sex. I don't give a shit if the cultural norm is that the woman has to listen to the man as if she's some sort of lesser equal; I am able to think for myself, without needing to subtly put words into my mouth. I am not like you, primed to act like some sort of diva that believes that she deserves all the nice things in life, covering my entire face in tons of makeup, and revealing half my ass in shorts two sizes too small. If I want to wear makeup, I'm not a diva. If I have nice clothes, I am not some sort of spoiled princess from Canada that doesn't have to life a single finger. I so want to embrace this culture, but it often proves very difficult when there are many things I do not want to succumb to.

Though life has wanted to break down, to fail, to fall down, and to give up, I am not going to give that satisfaction. So while moving here proved to indeed be difficult, that's okay. Why? Because this gives me a chance to learn more about myself, about what I'm capable of accomplishing and doing, and more about who God is, in a world that attempts to say something different on the matter. That does not mean I don't feel the pang of nostalgia or absence of Virginia or Canada, because I do. I miss people minding their own business, treating every single individual with respect, driving responsibly (without having to constantly fear that you're going to get into an accident because some douchebag wants to be smart about it and cut you off just so he can advance a foot), and not manipulating people under the umbrella of grace. If I can make it in Romania, I can make it anywhere.

WELCOME 2015

It's 2015 already. Sometimes, it is unfathomable to comprehend how another year is upon us, and how much has happened in the previous year. With every new year comes new opportunities, adventures, lessons, memories, and special moments. However, I always like to reflect on the previous year to understand what I've learned, what I cherished, what I regret, what I plan to do differently, and what I accomplished. I'm constantly reflecting on things that went wrong, things that went right, and things from which I can learn (and hopefully not repeat!). I find time to be a really precious gift, so I tend not to waste it. Of course, spending hours idly on tumblr is certainly not time wasted, right?! Anyway, if you permit me to share with you some precious lessons I learned in 2014, then I will gladly share with you why it was one of the fullest years yet.


1. 2014 was the year of self-discovery.
I learned a lot of things about myself, many of which I would not have known had it not have been for difficult and hard moments. Moving to Europe, completely immersing myself in a different culture, exposing myself outside my comfort zone, trying new things, making difficult decisions, saying goodbye to particular people, and finding out who I am. I understand more of what I want, what I desire, what I deserve, what my value and worth it, and most of all, what is important for me. Whether it was moving 3000 km away, closing a chapter on someone, and taking a huge leap of faith, they were all catalysts for me, because I learned more about who I am and what I like, thereby growing more comfortable in my own skin. A very difficult process, indeed, yet a rewarding one at the end.

2. People will disappoint you. 
I naturally trust people. My first instinct is to trust without apology. That being said, I am conscious of any reason should I not. So when people are not what I thought they are, not behave in hoping that it would be good for the both of us, or simply let you down, I get disappointed. Yet, as I've learned, and will constantly learn, people will not be what you expect. That can be a good thing and a bad thing, depending on how you look at it. They can either fuel your motivation to keep moving forward, to let the haters hate, and keep doing your thing, or they can drag you down. Don't let people make you feel anything about yourself that isn't true.

3. Do what you love.
I love to write, I love to travel, and I love to constantly explore the endless possibilities. I started doing that in 2014, and I will constantly pursue that in 2015, with many different ventures that will soon crystallize in my life. It is not a selfish thing to do what you love. If you love to write, pursue that passion; if you love to travel, then go somewhere you've always wanted to go. Life is meant to be lived and enjoyed fully--do whatever it is that makes you happy.

Thus, as a final hurrah to 2014, here are my top 10 moments.

1. Starting the year in Madrid, Spain

I rang in the new year with my best friend in Spain and little did I know that it prompted a major path to self-discovery. It was singlehandedly one of the most profound moments I had ever experienced.

2. Flew to Istanbul, Turkey

Given, it was a mere 3-hour layover, and sure, it might not be super important, but to me, it was. And I'll tell you why: I vowed that I would never stop travelling, never stop learning, never stop exploring, and never stop wandering. So when I saw the Bosphorus out of the plane window, I would visit Istanbul and the rest of Turkey one day.

3. Appreciating my school's unique charm and essence

My university is truly unique and special. So when I had to say goodbye when I moved to Romania, all the memories, moments, people I love, and events that happened on campus came rushing at a visceral force. Virginia Beach will always be a home to me, not because of the locations, but because of the people and the impression they have left on my heart.

4. Being a tourist in my own backyard

I hadn't been to Canada in over a year, and considering that I grew up there, it was so foreign not to be there. No matter where I am in the world, I am truly proud to be Canadian. Exploring Toronto brought a sadness to the trip, almost like a sensation that I've passed some sort of life test and that it's time to go to the next level. Weird, I know, but that's just how I felt.

5. Celebrating my first 4th of July party

I've always wanted to partake in a 4th of July party. I see all my friends posting pictures of the festivities, so I wanted to experience the hubbub once in my life (or more...). This year, it finally happened.

6. The Lights Festival in Oradea

There wasn't anything particularly special about the festival or what I do. It was simply that the entire park was covered in lights, paper lanterns, lanterns, and candles, and it was all illuminated. It was so beautiful and serene, I wondered for a moment if it was real.

7. Exploring Brasov, Romania

An enchanted gem hidden in the heart of Romania, nestled between the Carpathian Mountains and Transylvania, it was a beautiful city to explore with its unique charm and character.

8. Driving on the Transfagarasan highway and seeing Balea Lake

A serene scene at the top of a mountain.

9. Celebrating 901 years at Oradea's Fall Festival

Thousands of residents coming in from all the nearby villages with numerous stands selling vin fiert (literally translated as boiled wine, a winter delicacy in Romaina), fries, meat, kurtos kalacs (a Hungarian pastry with sweet dough glazed with walnuts, coconut shavings, chocolate, sugar, etc.), and various foods and drinks. At the end of the festival, a spectacular display of fireworks illuminated the night's sky.

10. Snowfall in Cluj-Napoca, Romania

Travelling to Cluj to see the beautiful Christmas lights, it was a lovely surprise that just as we stepped out of the car to admire the lights, it began snowing! Not just light, fluffy snow that would quickly melt in under two minutes, but the heavy, powdery snow that would last. This happy Canadian squealed in delight upon seeing the white snow fall from the sky.

So, 2014, thank you for the memories, lessons, and places. I'm ready for you, 2015.

SUMMER MEMORIES

I cannot believe it's already the first day of autumn. I feel like this summer literally flew by. I blinked for a second and it was already gone. While I am sad that the warm summer weather is behind me, the feel of the sun kissing my skin will be recalled fondly, I am looking forward what the autumn season brings me. With that being said, I will fondly look back at my favourite summer memories.

I accomplished a lot of summer. This summer was certainly not one that I experienced idly. Bright colours, late nights, warm temperatures, many adventures. It's kind of crazy to see how much things can change from one season to the next! Especially how I decided to move oversees, and in a very short time span. It was a very full three months.

favourite moment // it's hard to recall a single moment, since there were so many beautiful ones. of all of them, I'd probably say that witnessing the Milky Way galaxy while going to camp retreat with my friends 70 minutes away. the stars were shining brilliantly and the galaxy was a wonder to behold.

favourite place // ciuperca, a restaurant on the top of the hill in Oradea. many fond memories were made there and it's a place I hold dear to my heart.

favourite outfit // pastel pink cropped pants, a printed tee, and sandals

favourite food // um, everything. but probably shaowarma or nachos with cheese

favourite drink // lemonade with mint

favourite ice cream // stracciatella

favourite song // a tie between "Stay with Me" by Sam Smith and "Say That You Love Me" by Jessie Ware

favourite memory // honestly, I cannot answer this question because too many memories are my favourite for different reasons. but one that sticks out to me is when my group of friends came over and made spaghetti and crepes. 

favourite tradition // eating an omelette before a road trip

favourite accomplishment // knowing that I can really express myself in a different language

favourite growth moment // knowing that God dreams alongside me, that He genuinely feels, understands, and gets me

favourite place visited // does istanbul from a distance count? then brasov, romania 

favourite experience // having a sense of belonging in a different country

favourite word/phrase // da taci, ba!

favourite thing ever period // falling in love

I WENT TO A WEDDING

I have a confession to make: I have never gone to a wedding before. Ever. In my entire life. I have always wondered what weddings are like, since films paints a rather romantic picture, whereas real wedding endorse a much more stressful environment that brides-to-be are willing to express. The thought of the bride walking down the aisle in a vision in white while her groom consciously attempts to conceal his utter wonder while gazing at the love of his life. Then the details of the ceremony: the center pieces, the music, the set up, the design. Pretty much everything. The bride's dress. Her makeup. What the groom is wearing. Her bouquet. All of these things were simply conjured in my mind based on what I'd see in movies and what others pinned on Pinterest. So when I would hear that people went to wedding, I envied them. I thought, how magical it must be. Since I romanticize everything and make a simple moment into this grand gesture worthy of being recorded, whether by word or photograph, I longed to see what the fuss what about with weddings. It clearly had to be something.

While I was living in Canada, there was no prospect for being invited to a wedding. With no relatives nearby, there wasn't a chance, and having no friends that are going to get married, that really wasn't going to happen. After I moved to Virginia and people were literally thrusting themselves to people in order to get married, I thought, hey, I might actually have the chance to see a wedding. (Hopefully, before I get married.) By going to a Christian university, there is a certain mindset surrounding dating, courtship, and matrimony. So, finally, I said to myself, it might actually happen to me. I got my first wedding invitation, but my heart broke when I couldn't go. So many complications essentially told me that I couldn't manage to go. Sadly, I had to decline and incessantly stalk her pictures online. Then another one of my good friends finally setting the date, I figured this might be a possible venture, but regrettably, it appears that I may have to pass this one up due to the distance, since it would be so far away.

Then I moved to Romania. I had heard stories of my friends telling me of the wedding they went to this past weekend, that it was so this and much that, and discussed what happened. The party lasted until 6 in the morning, a group of older gentlemen began arguing after drinking too much alcohol, and there was a little cat fight between two girls. When I would ask people how many weddings they attended, it varied from 2-3 per summer, to 4-5 per year. Per year! They would tell me all about the crazy things that goes on in Romanian weddings and I sincerely hoped that I would be able to go to one some time.

I was then informed by my father that a relative of mine (apparently, I have, like, a million and one relatives) is getting married and we are invited to her wedding. I AM GOING TO A WEDDING!!! I finally get to see what it is all about. Not really informed regarding Romanian traditions, I just figured that it would be like weddings I saw in America and Canada.Wrong. There is so much more involved. The religious ceremony, the civil ceremony, the capturing of the bride after the religious ceremony, the reception, and then the party. The days leading up to the wedding, I repeatedly shared my excitement with everyone around me. By the time Saturday rolled around, I was ready for business.

I began layering on my makeup, doing my hair, ironing my dress, priming every detail since all eyes would be on us since the relatives from Canada would be at the wedding. The entire process was very exciting, yet also a little daunting. Weddings in Canada and America have a more leisure tone to it; you don't necessarily dress to impress. You go there to enjoy the wedding. In Romania, how you dress is a statement. It says something about you, so image is very important and highly revelled. As a result, there was a lot of priming before we left.

{dress: calvin klein; heels: tahari; clutch: forever 21; earrings: h&m }

Indeed, going to a wedding was a lot of commitment. First of all, there is the religious ceremony that usually lasts an hour and involves the family of the betrothed and the close friends. This can last up to an hour. Then it's the reception. And the party. My goodness, I don't think I really experienced a party until now. There was music constantly (live, might I add) and high volume and people talking and people going out to enjoy a breather from the loud music inside by smoking a cig. The room was overtly divided by who danced and who clearly did not. The food was presented and the beverages were served smoothly (which included alcohol). Hours rolled by and I was genuinely surprised that it was eleven at night and the night was still young. It was as if the party only now started happening. The music got louder, people finally started dancing, and the guests started feeling looser. When it was 3 in the morning, I was ready to call it a night. Traditional Romanian folk singer graced us with her enchanting vocals, while the regional music provided interesting sights and dancing. All in all, it was a pleasant experience, one that I am sure will not be my last.