leaving States

No, it's not a mistake. I just like it like that. Indeed I shall be more diligent with this blog since I decided to write in it my transition to my old life in Romania. I studied and lived in the US for the past five years and the lack of a work visa sponsor prevents me from staying any longer. With the visa expiring soon, money running out, me absolutely desolated with the market place in New York fucking City, I am saying my goodbyes and packing my stuff and off I am to Romania. Yes, a lovely country where there are actually no vampires but a lot of gymnasts. Just kidding. We are all poets and geniuses. Tortured artists and misunderstood souls. Touching...

I am volunteering my last days of New York at Tribeca Film Festival. It's a great event, I have to admit, very well organized and very good for my self-esteem that has been badly injured in the conflict with the American empolyer. I am useful, I feel good, I feel knowledgeable and I get to do what I like. Not paid, as usual, but it's a good shabam. Or shabang? It doesn't matter.
So I was looking at the buildings of Tribeca and Battery Park tonight when coming out of a French film and I was thinking I will miss this city. You'll say," Oh, but that goes without saying, how can you not miss New York?" Well, when you have a lousy time in the loneliest city in the world, you can't actually say you love it wholeheartedly. I refuse to be a snob and pretend I adore it just because it's a must for the intellectual. My heart lies somewhere else. You'll find out where in a few years.