Randomness at its finest...

Some dreams never get fulfilled, because in reality they are not worth the effort to make them real. The same goes with some books. They are not worth the paper they are written on. That's the reason I deleted my stories from the Internet. I believe they are worthless. And, in all honesty, I don't want to be linked with them and the failure they represent. I must warn you: I am in a depressing mood. Continuing the ranting in 3...2...1

I recently discovered that I no longer fancy fictional fantasy literature. That little girl in me has grown up. Instead I am now fascinated with reading about people who might have actually existed once, because their stories have no magical elements. They don't have wands or dragons. They have cars and houses and bad luck. They have some reality in their life. When I read a book, I need to believe that it's true. I no longer wish that when I was eleven and owl would have dropped a letter from Hogwarts on my doorstep. I now wish for normality and someone who would want the same things in life than I do. Someone who completes me. So, I decided to stop with the fantasy reading and writing. I will concentrate on the real life I am living in. 

And I have already made some plans to succeed in my new endeavour. I am applying to an assistantship abroad and I am taking part in a Danish project for students who are becoming teachers. I will get to travel abroad twice in that project. I love traveling, it's basically the best thing in this world. So these opportunities are perfect for me. I will post my application any day now and hope to hear from them soon. My first choice country wise is France, parce que je parle francaise un peu. Or whatever I meant to say, right? There are some other countries I picked as well, but they are there because you have to put down more than one. Of course I wouldn't mind any of them as well. I mean Switzerland and Lichtenstein are beautiful, Spain is warm and quite cheap I hear, I've been to Belgium once and fell in love with the people, because they were so awesome. Romania is on my list, because I really want to visit Satu Mare and see an old acquaintance once more. 

Well, this post certainly traveled a long way away from the opening sentence. I'm very good at getting sidetracked by my own thoughts. That's also a reason why writing something I hard for me. I can't focus my thoughts longer than for five seconds. I might have some mild version of ADD, I suspect that might be the reason for so many problems I have suffered through and with over the years and I'm losing my thought again. Stop! I will write to you again, asap, or you will see another video of me. I will be at home a lot starting with next week. 

Regina (wishing you the best. And if that dream is worth it, keep going!)