Sunday, June 29, 2014

LOVE IN OLD CITIES




I should feel sad as i write this but i'm smiling as little bits and pieces come to mind.
I miss Lviv...terribly.
I miss the odd, bumpy cobblestone roads, the long warm nights and short days of winter.
I miss those big, old buildings in the city with their interesting architechture. Crazy thing is, i used to think they were ugly and needed to be painted.

I miss the magical trees that grew so fast and blocked the view from my window in the spring.
I miss my long bus rides to the mall that i'd fall asleep in and wake up just as the bus pulled into the parking lot.
I miss that mall. Walking around and looking at everything even when i had no intention of buying anything.he he he.

I miss smiley Rosie and how she'd come to work every morning, hail or shine to clean. I miss her kindness and the noise she made as she shuffled up and down with a bubbly''good morning !'' as i walked by. I cannot remember a day she wasn't smiling.

I miss Suraj and his "squeeze you till you can't breathe" hugs. Those hugs made my day and his chokey laughter and twinkly eyes.
I miss the little snack shop behind my hostel and i miss eating there with my friend Blessing. We owned that joint! :)

I miss my Sushi dates with myself, just sitting at the far end of the restaurant and people watching.
Ah that feeling when my platter of Sushi with two glasses of my yummy juice is set down in front of me...complete joy and satisfaction. I read somewhere that being in love is almost the same as the feeling you get when a waiter is approaching with your food.
I have experimented on myself and it is so true!

I miss my crazy neighbors Anu and Mma, pancake Saturdays, hitting the walls and talking through them.
I miss my friends. All of them with their different levels of crazy.
I miss my roommate  and how she'd sleep through the day and wake up late at night to cook and her laughter.. You could hear her from another floor:)
I miss Ani ,her bubbliness and insistence on chicken wings! That friend of mine made the best grilled chicken ever.I  love how she'd save pictures of cute babies cos she knew they make me happy.
I miss going thrifting, taking hours to find pretty things among rejects then walking aimlessly around the city centre and listening to music on the slow tram rides home.

I miss my bed. My little slice of that city. Tucked away behind my wardrobe, quiet and peaceful. Didn't matter what was going on around me as long as i was there.
My warm duvet and my bijillion pillows, oh and my Winnie the Pooh bear that i left behind.Why did i do that.

Lois...how could i forget Lois. Almost every Saturday morning for six years, i could count on a warm hug, a big smile and something sweet from one of the nicest, happiest people i ever met. Yeah i miss Lois.

I should be sad but i'm smiling cos i have these memories. I wish i complained less about the little bits that were not quite right and just took the time to appreciate everything that made that place beautiful. Like the people i shared it  with and the moments that really did take my breathe away... like the rustle  and color of Autum leaves.
I wish i took more pictures of everything and went to more places.
But who knows, i may get another chance to go back or maybe i'll go somewhere new.
Whatever happens, i promise to slow down and really see.

Quote- I haven't been everywhere yet.But its on my list.- Someone really smart.

                                                                                   With a prayer that you live everyday of your life,
                                                                                      Cynthia.





























 



where it all started-these people taught me a lot about letting go and laughing:)
Pardon our goofy faces.I think this was Christmas 2008 and we were all just so happy to see CAKE!





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