This summer was a little different from the other summers of my life. I can't say it wasn't nice, it's summer! :P But it was weird. I was used to spend my summer here, in Rhodes. This time I spent almost a month in England(2 weeks in a campus in oxford and a week with my family in an apartment in london). I can say it was very interesting going away from home, two weeks alone, no family, no friends.. But it was very difficult for me to speak with other people, to make friends, to feel comfortable. And I don't think I had the time of my life... But, I had been in England before so I loved that I could experience every single road near to our house and every interesting restaurant and shop without doing sightseeing which I find quite boring. I had the opportunity to live in an appartment and a university, to go for a walk into the colourful market, to find all the pretty cafes and to eat a lot of muffins and biscuits. I had the opportunity to learn how they live. Anyway, I came back with a lot of photos, a lot of new things I bought there and a few memories.
A music festival, a party, a chance to feel popular, or unknown, or just a concert. Encircled by a lot of familiar faces she was standing there, in front of the stage, in her wierd -for her environment- clothes, squashed, trying to take some photos. However, she was feeling very happy and for the first time in her life "not wierd". She was somewhere where the people around her were just like her, different, and that feeling made her want to bond with the audience and dance. After a while, the singer of the band looked at her and smiled. Now, everything was perfect. :)
love.
sadness.
surprise.
contemplation.
energy.
Today, with two friends of mine we went to a cafe-bar with greek rock music and great decoration, I loved this place. We really wanted beers.. but they didn't give us so we compromised with coffee. Anyway, we started talking for silly things and after some time we told something about boyfriends and then we were analyzing this theme for two hours.. We said things about ourselves years ago as children, how did we react with boys and how wrong we were. Here is one of the stories I said. Someday, I used to like a boy, he never seemed to care so I decided to get over him, after a long time I heard from somebody that he was with some girl and I was curious to see how was she. Maybe that was a wrong decision because the only thing I realized was that she was exacly like me, much more beautiful but exacly like me.. And that made me feel I was stupid and ugly. After a lot of thinking I changed my mind. I realized that I was happy with his decision. He never liked me because it wasn't meant to be but he liked somebody who was like me so he could like me. And that thought made me feel better, interesting and maybe beautiful... :)
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ny :3
