Some words about Christmas

I'm too young to appreciate Christmas.

There are several thought about its importance the one I hear most of the time is the Holiday of Family and Love.
Thank God I'm living in a normal family without alcoholism, child beating and disease problems. I wish I could say it is normal but as I look around myself I have to admit that this is The exception. So for me, Christmas is just another day with presents.

These had been the thoughts of mine until the evening arrived.

And then and there, in front of the christmas tree with the Youtube playing religious and traditional Christmas songs, something happened.
In me.

Photo by Alorn

Above all

One day I will pack my things, go to a deserted place somewhere in the North and watch this with hot tea in the hands, wondering about what to write next on my blog. By the way, what? :D

Copyrights and all that stuff: © MTI - Mohai Balázs

I'm listening to that song again

Too early to think, too early to explain,
Too cold to freeze, too cold to remain.
I'm listening to that song again.

Hard the truth is
That I do miss
Those moments in vain.
I'm listening to that song again.

Wicked waves of the ocean
Tells me an emotion
Of summer in Spain.
I'm listening to that song again.

Time to run against the wind,
to learn how to live with new situations, new environment.
And I'm listening to that song again...

Photo by mattonime

Hole

The pipe that connects the tap and the shower head broke a few weeks ago. So in order to have an acceptable shower I had to turn the water pressure to the maximum but still it was more like when a cat licks itself all over than a real shower. A huge amount of water just poured out of the hole.

Isn't it familiar? Just to receive something enormous efforts have to be made. And in the end you still miss the staisfaction. But since we are living in a consumer society I bought a new pipe.

Fortunately people can not just thrown out and you can fill the whole hole in.

Sweet November

November tell me, tell me what's your secret. Every year you are special for me. Not only because I have my birthday with you but because you give me way too much experience compared to the others.
November you are rude. You wildly smash the door of autumn and blow your frozen breath into the room.
November you are melancholic. The soft fog that occupies the city at every morning and the weak effort of the woozy sun to break, seems nothing to you.
November you are harsh. Always delivering the hardest punch to me where it hurts the most. Always.
November you are wise. You teach me things I don't want to know. But I have to.

November I love you. Especially for this year. It began like every month then an enormous crack came, a leaving flatmate, many tasks to solve, personal storms and then a returning flatmate again, with a new one into a house where nothing changed but everything is different.

Photo: http://blogol.hu/pikz/silima/b011_november.jpg

Moving out

Basically I haven't got anything against change. My family have changed homes 3 times in 10 years so I should be used to it. I changed home when I was 14 to go to a school 300 kms away from my hometown. Then I moved even further for the University. I called a Dutch city HOME for 5 months... 2000 kms away from my "place of birth". Then I got back to my country again to move to another flat in the university city where I spend most of my time. I call it Home too.
And now, I have to move again.

Of course moving out is never easy. You are not only leaving the things behind but you leave the memories there too.
The early mornings, the click of the boiler which signed that your tea is ready, the people who you welcomed there, the memory of the first cooking, the never-ending studying in exam periods, the color of the dawn on the bedroom's wall, the time you spent in the sofa dreaming about something, the small sighs of someone in your bed next to you...

Reconstruction

Reconstruction is the era in the life of the United States when the government was focusing on repairing the after-effects of the Civil War.
Just like in history we all have an age of reconstruction from time to time in our life. There are different types of it. Sometimes fixing some elements is enough, the other time a few parts is needed to be changed and there are those occasions when destroying the whole building is inevitable.
The fall is spectecular and loud, the smoke it causes is stifling, the tiny parts of the smog enters your lung and for a while breathing becomes hard and painful. The building site is full of with ruins, once called "home". A bodeful dark age rises from the ashes with brutish raiders who know no mercy.
And you love it and think you deserve the wild nights, the things you allow yourself to do. However you hurt others.
From the very first and smallest sand dusts the reconstruction begins. There will be a strong castle again which will stand the test of time.
With the experiences you gained but without the parts of the old-castle.
Photo: The building site by Kiwishake