Those of you who are following me on Instagram already know that my last weekend was spent in Paris, on a double occasion: Easter and my 20th birthday. Actually forget Easter, that’s totally an excuse to get away to spoil myself with a short trip as an “Adult Life” welcoming. Now that’s a Deja-Vu, I recall saying the exact same words two years ago when turning 18, and here I am, two years later, still writing to you, and trying to find a practical excuse for my ageing.
Actually the truth is that it doesn’t really matter if you’re 18, 20, 25, 30. Once you start taking your life seriously and avoid wasting days hanging out because you acknowledge the responsibilities you’ve taken, everything changes. That happened to me pretty early, which I admit to sometimes regret, as reckless adolescence has its charms, but mostly I’m thankful to life for letting me grow and evolve in the best way imaginable for my personality.
You know how they say it, Easter will be on a different Sunday, my years will be gone, but Paris will always be Paris… ok I am pretty certain that poetry has never been brought to the public by anyone, but watch and remember, as you’ll be the first witnesses of the day Doina started slowly discovering her writing skills.
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Photo: Daniel Dykes