The worst blogger in the world reports for duty! It’s been a while.. I know but there has been so many things happening in my life recently that all these different tactics used by my family and friends like teasing, banter, compliments or even demands for more travel writing could not change the fact that my blog was.. let’s be honest… neglected.
With drafts of stories saved away and my laptop practically exploding with amount of photographs I have taken in the last year I am really sad that NOT AT HER DESK was never on the agenda. I could be full of excuses but I will not. At the end of the day it was my choice.
For a long time I have been plotting this “come back”. There has been so many opportunities, hooks, interesting angles to pick it up again. Anyway.. I am here now!
Last year on April the 1st, my amazing 6 month trip was over, I was back in Europe and back in Poznan. The spring and summer months in Poland, from time to time sort of in between Warsaw and Berlin were vital so I could reconnect with important places, faces and spaces.
After a couple of months my determination to find a job opportunity in Berlin paid off and in August with a great help from my dearest friends, I relocated there, making Germany my step-motherland number 3. Yet again, everything was in motion, turning upside down and it was not just a matter of relocation, moving from one place to another. It was about adopting to new circumstances, changes in perspectives and perceptions and getting inspired by it, even if at first it is not all plain sailing.
So what is the plan? Definitely to share with you how cool Berlin is and post some of my older stories from Asia. I am back and I missed writing for pleasure.
The time just flies
Last weekend I paid Poznań, my hometown, a flying visit. It has been 10 years since I graduated from the secondary school and my friends decided to organise a party to get everyone together and catch up. From the idea’s initial inception it took a year to finalise everything and when a lot of people are involved, it tends to be a bumpy ride due to different opinions about the date, suitable place as well as the food and music options.
I took a back seat when it comes to sorting it all out. Shame on me! It was tricky to help out though as I am not based in the country where the event was being organised. I even got my friend to pay for me promising I settle the debt soon. I showed her the 10 euro note last time we had a Skype call – “I can afford it, you know!”.
Obviously not everyone turned up but when I was looking across the room of a small cafe that was booked especially for us for that evening I was pleased to see that so many people made an effort to be there. A lot of faces were familiar but I did struggle a bit with the names and remembering the paths they decided to pursue years ago. What came as a surprise was the lack of awkwardness to talk to people that I have not seen in such a long time.
Marynka 2004… 10 years later! Photo by Anna Gnyś
Relocating from London to Barcelona
“What is the worst that could happen? You will come back to London and we will welcome you with open arms.” One of my friends said that to me when in August 2013 I shared the news that after eight years of living in London I will be relocating to Barcelona. Some friends in true British style had to bring up the weather, “Fed up with the rain, eh?” I usually laughed along but joking aside, I have to admit that telling people close to my heart about the decision to move was difficult. While on the phone to my grandma I had to stop our conversation and ask, “Why are you crying?” as I heard her sobbing and I could not understand the reason. I would be still living in Europe as my wild plans of moving to Asia have not worked out (at least not this time!) and it would not change if she sees me more or less in any way. “I know that you love London so much. It is like a stamp on you.” Her answer really struck a chord and stayed with me.
Like a stamp on you