To the Land of Roses

“Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.”George Burns

… and I am happily packing my bags to go and see my family!

All of you, have fun while I’m away!

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Sweet memories

I found the other day some old, black and white pictures from some time ago, when life was so different and I was just an innocent child that had no idea about the world and the challenge one has to face to fit in. Time when everything was only a happy game and a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

It all started with my mom and dad, they met, fell in love and got married June 22, 1975.

Mom and dad

And then on December 9, 1976 is when I came. I wonder what it was like to see the world at first? It’s a shame we don’t remember our thoughts as babies. No doubt everything was way too colorful and full with strange sounds.

6 months old

What I treasure the most from my childhood is my birthdays, mom’s homemade cakes and the family together. I have a album with pictures from each birthday, but the early photos in black and white are the ones I love very much.

First birthday, I was just walking and apparently I ended up stepping inside the cake.

Someone had the brilliant idea to take a picture of me and the cake on the floor, no one of course expected me to stand up and go boldly for the cake.

Second birthday photos are mostly with funny faces I’ve made and everyone having fun with me.

2 years old

with mom, second birthday

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I miss often those years when we would play outside all day, at granny’s house or on the street and it would be absolutely safe to do so.

Today kids play with PSP and video games, you can’t see them running on the streets freely, holding piece of bread in one hand and wooden stick in the other.

Lifestyle has changed so much and the charm of being a kid is somehow gone. I remember my brother and I had very few toys, but we loved them very much. Now kids have cupboards full of toys and none of them appreciated.

I didn’t have Barbie, with communism in Bulgaria much of the Western products were not on the market, but I had Russian dolls, two, Masha and Natasha.

Natasha turned into flying body parts after a “friendly” game with my brother, but Masha is still alive, at home, in my room. Not with her original dress, but a dress mom made for her, because I decided to try my drawing skills on the white dress Masha had, with a permanent marker and then when I didn’t like it and I tried to wash the marker away, surprise … the dress was ruined. There were some tears, that I remember.

Father Christmas was rather scary than pleasant person … Guess what’s inside the box? Masha :)

To make me do things I don’t want to do, big mistake …

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I always wanted to grow up fast, to be a “big” person with responsibilities and personal life, but sometimes when I remember the days back, I think I could use some of the innocence of the childhood and the moments when all I had to care about was a game with Masha or Natasha and a lovely hug from my parents.

And since turning back the time is not possible, I’m glad, I at least have these sweet memories …

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My brother’s 4th birthday, with mom and dad.

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© 2011 Broken Sparkles

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-But I’m home now, so… -So everything goes back to normal?

“Christmas at home” by Blaga Todorova

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Spending Christmas with my parents made my holiday most precious. I had lovely time despite the cold weather in Bulgaria, which I absolutely dislike. Even my camera refused to work under the pressure of the frost outside, so this time I came back with very few pictures, but loads of nice memories. One of them- I got the lucky coin from the New Year’s bread that mom made and I might, after all, find my happy place in a country with tall towers and whispers of beautiful promises.

The important is – I came back relaxed and ready for adventures. I’m back to Athens, I’m back to blogging. I have a lot to read around here and I apologize for the silence, but I will make it up to all of you that came here to visit and leave nice comments. Thank you everybody! May you all have a wonderful year ahead!

“-But I’m home now, so… -So everything goes back to normal?” –Jonny Vang

“New Year’s candles” by Blaga Todorova

This time I plan on NOT going back to normal … and here is where my first ever New Year’s Resolution comes. I usually function better when I’m not trapped in “must rules”. Most of the time I have a very clear idea about what I want and where I’d like to be, not as a definite statement, because life can be tricky at times. But now I’m making a commitment. In the very first days of January, I am officially looking for a new country, it will be my main task ’till I succeed. I think I had enough of Greece and the strikes, enough of people not being able to understand, not being able to see the real face of the situation here. Going back to Bulgaria is not an option, staying in Athens is unbearable, so new country it is … wherever the heart takes me … there.

“Light in the darkness – Athens at night” by Blaga Todorova

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On the list of things I’d like to do in 2011, apart from finding my dreamland/ or more like right-land/, I’d like to add and little something else … To make strangers smile as much as possible! What I realized recently, is that strangers helped me to get out of the darkness two years ago, few people that didn’t know me at all believed in me and gave me the courage to let go off the misery, so now I’d like to do the same for others in need. Let’s say, as of today, I am establishing my own, inside-the-heart-organization, called ”  Don’t let these eyes cry”. Strangers are the reason that I still dream, that I still believe in angels and strangers is what I’d like to support a bit more from now on.

“Today, give a stranger one of your smiles.  It might be the only sunshine he sees all day.” ~ H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Keep dreaming, keep smiling! Love& Hugs …

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles
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