Wednesday 20 March 2013

A Love Story Of Sorts Or No Fear Of Flying

Sometimes one just knows. One feels.

A very short while back I was offered a job at the place where I did my internship last summer. That place I really liked, remember? Had that offer come a few weeks earlier, I would’ve said yes. Without hesitation, without doubt.

I said no.
This city has gotten to me. Its narrow streets, glimmering church towers, its greyness. The sunrise over the Danube, the cafés, the grumpy shop assistants. The beauty of the language.

I thought about going home. I thought about it non-stop for four days, intensely. I cried on someone’s shoulder. My family wanted me back, my friends told me to go, he who holds me tight in the mornings when I wake up said he wouldn’t want to stand in my way. Even my brother, with whom I speak extremely sporadically gave me a lecture through Facebook.

I still said no.

The greyness of Bratislava, the sunshine in my face, the lightness in my feet and the laughter that comes so easily. I’m happy here.

Right now is not the time.

You asked how I’m doing – I’m very happy. This risk of not going back to the safe and known is one that I’m more than willing to take.

4 comments:

Annica said...

You write so beautiful. Sounds like you are very happy there, so then you should stay! Remember that whenever you change your mind you can come back home. Just because you are saying no right now it doesn't mean its for a life time ;)

Zsuzsi said...

You are right, as always :) And hey, I'm expecting a visit!

Annica said...

I would love to, but no money right now... But hey, we also wait hehe ;)

ender said...

As for me, well, I can say that I miss having you around and of course, it would be great to have you back in the fortunate islands.

In any case, I'm happy for you.

Changing subject, the header of the blog is taking a huge part of the webpage, you might want to change that.