McDreamy

I missed this. I missed me in this position. The one of the storyteller. The writing therapy. The soft smile that comes out of an unspoken thought.
To say the truth the past months have been like a montagne russe. Less the ups and more the downs. And today, it all got fixed. I mean not completely fixed but compensated. By what?

Snow...

Last Christmas was the worst of my life. I remember reading Fowles's Collector, and I remember feeling worst than Miranda, at the same time desperately wanting her company. The shared desire for culture, beauty and family were only a few things that bonded us throughout my reading trip.
This Christmas is going to be different. I have snow and not only. And snow fixes everything and everyone. This seems very superficial and naive but it does. Same as I truly believe in Santa Clause. I mean I know there isn't actually a chubby individual dressed in red that comes down the chimney every year in December, however I do believe that everything changes for those 2 days. Everyone slows down and even for one second they have a good thought for someone else. Imagine the whole world having good thoughts about others at approximately the same time. It can't get closer to heaven really...
Today I quit my job. And I left there all the bad things that have happened. I usually don't run away from trouble but this time, I have to. The funny thing is that all the compassion comes out in the end. You never hear good things until you leave. And people always leave. I love everyone in that shop. Even the the Tiger Woods and Entrapment kind of Sean Connery. I'm going to miss all that drama.
The only way to get rid of old drama is to replace it with new drama. Now I have to find a new job, sort all my university workload out and try and balance things out. It's a good plan that has no proper foundation that would probably change in the next 5 minutes. But all good things come out of spur of the moment situations so I am intrigued and hopeful.
Right now Canterbury reminds me of Alecsandri's Winter (Vasile to be more specific). I remember learning that poem by heart back when I was 7 years old. I wish I had inherited my grandfathers' writing skills so that I can translate it, but I didn't.

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