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I was raised a certain way, perhaps very differently from the way most people are raised, although I doubt it was that different.
You will probably identify with some of what I am about to describe. I remember being repeatedly told off as a child for being untidy. Phrases like "clean up your room", "you can't go play outside unless you put your toys away" or "go to your room and arrange your toothpicks" will likely bring back memories for many people. OK, not the last one, that was a joke (if you do remember the last one let me know and I'll give you the name of a good shrink for your folks).
I also remember looking at my room at the dorm or at the apartment I rent out in Bucharest and thinking "wow, this place is a mess". There's even the distinct memory in my mind of Grandma paying me a visit in Bucharest and making me scrub the stove clean (I never use the stove, it was all Costi's fault). I deem myself a disorganized person.
As the May 1st weekend drew to a close for most people, I went to Constanta to check on the new tenants occupying my Mother's house since late last year. After a long chain of bad experiences we were very hopeful.
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Let's just say some people must have very different values, besides their being brought up differently... probably on another planet. Those same "some people" have very different principles with regards to the part animals should play in a household and the spaces they should occupy. Also, I was surprised to discover revolutionary new ideas about waste management, especially animal waste.
I always used to regard houses as a means of sheltering humans from the elements. The past couple of days helped me realize my mistake as I now understand that we can rid ourselves of such ridiculous ideas and be one with nature once more. All it takes is dismantling a few (exterior) doors to make it easier for the restless hordes of household pets to roam free and pee everywhere.
That place means a lot to me and being there still takes me back to many fond memories of long summers from a care-free past that almost seems to belong to a dream or another life. In a time when most of us seem to be in the business of "making ends meet" renting out a big chunk of a house you only use for a couple of weeks every year seems only natural. Still, in light of recent events I cannot help but wonder: is it worth it?
A thank you to the many people who expressed their concern with regards to my status message yesterday.
My apologies for the feeble attempts at humour in this post.
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