Dear friend,

I've been thinking for a while about a good topic for my blog, and I had to deal with these thoughts for a while. There were times when I said to myself that I shouldn't but here is the occasion and the memories again that don't want to leave me alone.
I moved from Romania to America around 4 years ago. And I'm gonna explain how difficult people are, and how much people change. So when I got here in America, my first words were "vreau sa merg inapoi acasa" I wanna go back home. I couldn't really speak a lot of English furthermore I couldn't even understand a lot of English. I prayed and God helped me out, and until today God is always here for me and I will always count on Him no matter what.
But I wanna say this, the first time when I went back to Romania was after almost 2 years of America, and I went back for Christmas. I was broke, I wasn't sure what to bring to my dear ones (friends and family) but I asked my parents for money, and I use to save all the change that they gave me when we use to go shopping and I found a way to get what I thought my friends will like.
Second time when I went back to Romania... it was...I have to admit.. awful... (Long story short) Ohh I missed all my friends so much that I actually was deciding to move back there after I was finishing high school. (Well... now I'm glad I didn't.) This distance makes relationships so...dry and cold that when I went back, I barely recognize my friends. And this time I had my own money and the best presents ever...but...I didn't even got a chance to share all that with there people because they seemed like...they didn't care.  Everybody seemed so ignorant. I was trying to surprise my friends and some of them got a little surprised but some of them...and I will never forget this, one of my best friends looked at me with a serious face and said "what the heck r u doing here?" now..you know that face with a smile and that expression and then they get all excited and happy to see you-but nope it wasn't that kind of face expression. It was more of a ....what..?!
I was ok...I mean..you know..I wanted to...surprise...or..make them happy ....oh well...
The third time when I went, I stayed only 2 weeks. I was a mission trip and also visited my town. Oh my oh my, I said to myself, I'm not gonna visit anybody this time, nor talk to anybody. It wasn't a surprise so most of the people that knew me, also knew when I'm getting there. But this time I didn't brought anything with me for anybody but family, and I said to myself that I'm not gonna -surprise!!- anybody. Of course it wasn't good enough! Some "friends" found out only after that I've been there, and why I didn't visit them, others just don't talk to me, and others, which is only one I actually visited, still the same.
In conclusion from all 9327438473874.94938493439 friends I had, there is ONLY 1 left that is honest and nice and awesome! :) Thank you dear friend.
After all I still miss my people and those good innocent times, that I will never deal with again, and I still love all those ...friends..that kinda don't like me anymore but... like I said... People change...