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Going home…

11 Sep

Tonight I’m flying back home to Bulgaria. I can’t say I’m not excited to see all of my friends and the rest of my family, but I can also say that I’m going to miss my mom, Derrick and Dubai in general… and that one other person as well… I’m kinda upset that things didn’t work out the way I wanted to and I can see that what i want is not what I’m gonna get lol, but… who knows? Maybe in the future… Anyway, I’ve been planning to come work in Dubai for years, but I think now is the right moment, before my mom leaves for America. So, i think I’ll take that opportunity and i’m coming after new year πŸ™‚

Chapter 3

11 May

I honestly thought there’s going to be more chapters but it turns out that i can fit everything in just 3. I guess there are 3 things that influenced my life a lot – mom leaving, Bobby and what I’m going to tell you about now. They’re all turning points in my life. About a year ago my mom and my dad got divorced which was something completely normal, all things considered. I mean, having a long-distance relationship is not for everyone and that is what they were having. He lives here, in Sofia, she lives in Dubai and things were just not working out, so they split up. Naturally, my mom wants to have her own place so that when she comes back from Dubai for a vacation she would have a place to stay. Rally and I, on the other hand, want to move out and live on our own. Mom will be helping with the rent, of course, because we’re still studying (I’m 3rd year in the university but about that later), so we can’t have a full-time job and pay our own bills. We’re planning on living with two more friends, so it would be Rally, Geri, Vanya and me. πŸ™‚ Sounds like a lot of fun, doesn’t it? We’re still searching for a place, so keep your fingers crossed.

The problem with the whole moving out thing is how Maria and my dad are taking it. They’re acting as if we’re kicking them out which is completely not true. I mean, is it so hard to understand that we were supposed to have left home a long time ago. It’s only natural that after a certain age, kids want to be separated from their parents. Not to mention that we’re totally different generations and we have completely different lifestyles. For example, we are young and we want to have our friends sleeping over, we want to have a party every now and then, we want to have at least 4 girlfriends at our house every day etc. Whereas, my father is past all that and he now wants a simple and quiet life. He likes all of our friends and they like him, but sometimes I can see that he needs some peace and quiet and he’s tired of always having so many people around. So, we had a conversation about us moving out about 2 weeks ago and it wasn’t my favorite topic to be honest. He is definitely hurt that we’re leaving but I think he started dealing with it. And he has to, because at the end of the day, it’s nothing personal with him. This is the way it’s supposed to be, isn’t it?

Chapter 1

10 May

Ok, so maybe one of the most important things that’s happened to me is when my mom left when I was around 10. Don’t judge just yet! Not leave as in left us, but rather went abroad to look for a better job and it was all to give us a better future, which she did and I love her for that (and for million other reasons :P). Even though I knew that very well, that still was the worst period of my life. See, my mom, my sister and I have always been like best friends and when she left it was really difficult for me to cope. We were left to live with my dad and a friend of mom’s who was supposed to help us with the housekeeping. I love my dad a lot, so that wasn’t a bad thing, and we came to love that friend of mom’s as our own grandmother over the years. The thing was that Maria (the friend) wasn’t there at the very beginning, so at first my sister and I were left with all the housekeeping, cooking and on top of that with our own things to do like being teenagers (tough enough as it is), studying and dealing with pretty much everything on our own. My father used to get out early in the morning and come back for dinner in the evenings. During the day it was just me and my sis.

I forgot to mention that my grandparents started a life abroad when I was a baby. Mom never had much of their help but that’s another story. I do know, however, that they also had their reasons and they were pretty much the same as mom’s. Trying to provide a better life for their children whatever the cost and in their case the cost was not spending so much time with us. I do adore them, no matter what. They’ve always been the best grandparent even when they weren’t there. πŸ™‚ Anyway, when my mom left she moved in with them in Dubai. She still lives there, but is planing to move to the US pretty soon. Dubai quickly became a second home for me and my sister but I’m willing to give it up any time for America πŸ˜‰

I remember, the first timeΒ I went to see mom in Dubai. It was the best of times but when it was over it was the worst. I remember that I went there for like 3 weeks. I spent a week without my sister, then she came and we were all together for 2 weeks and then I came back home and she stayed for another week. That was the worst week in my life! My dad knew I was really depressed because I missed mom and he did whatever he could to cheer me up, but he had to work anyway, so he was gone pretty much throughout the whole day. I remember that it was summer, and most of our friends were gone on vacation as well, so I didn’t even have their support and I basically felt so lonely that I cried myself to sleep for several nights until my sister came back.

At first it was really difficult. Every time we had to leave mom and come back home after a visit we were crying at the airport, feeling down for a few days after that and like this until the next time. Over and over again. But it became a bit easier over the years. We go there a lot, almost every vacation possible, and now that we have our residence visa we are obliged to enter Dubai every 6 months.Β I guess the moment when it became easier for me was when Bobby came along…