Dear readers,

“If you come home as happy as you leave, you have had a good vacation.” (Part 1 out of 6)

Starting today, I’m in a vacation (a seven days one). At the moment, I’m in my home town, in the house of my parents, in my childhood house; listening to “Pink – Funhouse” (embedded below – HD version). The plan is to leave in three (3) hours away from the cities, into the mountains. Don’t expect hitchhiking, nor conquering the Omu peak (2505 meters, Bucegi Mountains, Romania), it will just be a car ride enjoying the fairytale of my country, sightseeing, sleeping in campings, making barbecues, drinking natural juice, breathing clean air, having more or less talks about everything and nothing. It will be 7 days of family time. I have mixed emotions.

It’s strange. I love my family. They love me. We all (four) have strong characters, personalities. We have passed the period of “generations battles”. I’ve had my share of drinking beers with my father. I’ve had those moments in which my mother cared for me and did those motherly aspects of raising me. I’ve been given “friendly advices” by my sister (she’s older than me). We are all mature. We have our own dreams and goals and roads. It’s awkward to see myself at my age (25 – I’m not decided if I’m old or still very young) spending seven days with all of them – “family time”. This vacation is blurry – I may enjoy it like there is no tomorrow; or it may be the “vacation from hell”. One thing I know for sure: I expected it with enthusiasm, with open mind and heart, with the joy of knowing that I will relax and think and feel. And after all, it’s my vacation and I will not let anything or anyone (mortal or immortal) spoil it.

It’s strange. I have slept all day; drank some beer; had my share of haunting the World Wide Web – being lazy; not thinking about responsibilities and tasks; talking with some old or new friends. But from time to time, randomly, I could not detach myself fully from important thoughts: my work is a game, a very serious game. Yes, I’m on vacation, but passions never exit from one’s mind. Things you truly care about – no matter how far you are, no matter what happens; your mind and soul still does not make the difference, your soul and mind will never accept the distance, the detachment. It will eventually show up for a glimpse in your ocean of vacation feelings. It’s normal, but strange. And I have an excuse for it: it’s only my first day of vacation. I will have my time to detach myself. “That’s why I think that vacations should be at least 2 weeks, or maybe more” (Quicksilver).

Regards,

Geo (Belea2008).

P.S.: I wish to write a blog post at the end of each day of my vacation; I do have a tone of ideas to share with you. I’m not sure if I am able to – beer + mountains + family + vacation = ? (follow me on Twitter just in case it happens: http://twitter.com/Belea2008).