My Life !
Missed me ?!
I would love to tell you the whole story but its pretty long so if any of you wants the long version just give me a call.So long story short : I moved to NYC and it was amazing,crazy hard but amazing.Ever since I came to realize that I am supposed to belong somewhere in the world, I started looking for that place that would make me feel home.The last three years of my life I have been traveling like crazy because I was looking for Home, My Home. Yes I was Born in Albania and I do love Albania but I never felt home , I felt like I didn't belong there so I realized that since I am not a tree I could move anywhere I wanted to.I first came to America when I was 19 ,in fact I turned 19 in NYC, and I can’t say I didn’t like it but I could feel that I wasn’t ready , neither were my parents. ( I guess parents are never ready) . I was too fragile at that time to be on my own and I could be easily broken.The first time I walked in Upper East Side , I felt in LOVE , so in LOVE and I made myself a promise. “ My first house under my name in NYC will be in Upper East Side”I did it, My Home, my very first apartment in NYC today is on the Upper East Side. I cried and screamed and laughed the day I got the keys of the apartment.Its been almost three months since I left Albania and its crazy how much your life can change in such a short time.I did love my perfect princess life in Albania but I love much more the independent , strong , fierce woman that I turn myself to in NYC.Surviving was never the life I wanted for myself.New Years Eve is just right around the corner and I must say I feel homesick and yes I miss my parents, significant other and friends like crazy. So I went to do my nails and when they asked me what kind of design I wanted on my nails I said : Love. So I thought of my favorite painting ; The kiss - Gustav Klimt and thats what I did on my nails because this year that passed by so fast was full of love. Even though I am a hard working person , at the end of the year I do not count my bank account or my accomplishments because they are so secondary to me. I count love, I am grateful for love. I was so blessed this year with love that I could burst in tears just thinking of it. Thank you to everyone for loving me and letting me love you.While I try to figure out the meaning of life, I believe that the most attractive answer would be LOVE.Love is the meaning of life.
Happy Holidays,I love each and everyone of you
BOSTON !
This upcoming week I have my midterms and my Nutcracker performances so I thought of going in a quick trip to Boston to relax a bit.I had never been there so it was in my list.
I read an article in Times magazine that clearly stated not to compare Boston to NYC but I cant help it.
Though Boston is a nice city , it is definitely not my city.
I believe that once you live in NYC its very hard to settle down anywhere else.
Boston is too quite , too clean and too silent and I must say not too friendly.
It was too cold so all I wore were comfy shoes and parkas.I am not a fan of winter obviously.
The best part of my trip was visiting Harvard. (College hotties 😍)
Till the next trip,
Do not forget,
That I love you guys ...
One of my favorite Albanian writers Albatros Rexhaj wrote this lovely article about me. He has the ability to analyze people and that worked out perfectly with me as well because I did find myself in each and every sentence. Enjoy,
The article of Albatros Rexhaj
Happy Birthday to ME!
Now that’s what I call having fun! I just came back from Boston myself and before that, I was in a nice venue New York has for a literary event. I am touring right now, checking out stuff for my book. I also read the article Albatros Rexhaj wrote for you. It was really nice!
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