Wow, that whole Severance metaphor was a lot. I’m not taking it further.
Some of you found this newsletter through The Sample and chose to subscribe. Thank you! A lot of this won’t make sense to you. In summary, I’m an ex Tumblr girl who also takes photos. Born in Moldova, moved to Italy when I was 14. That fucked me up. Now I’m 29 and in the UK. I started therapy last year, which is why I’m a running faucet. But I feel that maybe that (the saying too much) is about to end.
My youngest cousin is getting married this summer in Chișinău, and I’m not going. Scared that war is about to start. It probably won’t, but I’m not taking chances. How selfish and privileged of me. I hope Moldova stays a forgotten country that you never see on the news.
In 2012, I was looking forward to seeing my friends, some of whom I had recently met online on a Moldovan social network. My social life and confidence were crumbling in Padua, but in Chișinău, it was the opposite. I had many friends. They loved me, they missed me and they wanted to hear my stories.
To this day, in my dreams, I’m often walking down the streets in Chișinău. I can’t understand why. I wish I could visit, stay there for about a month or two and take photos of every single place I remember. Perhaps my unconscious will be satisfied then.
After 2012, I didn’t visit Moldova for another four years. A long time for my alter ego. The city looks better now, less cluttered. At least that’s what I can gather from Google Maps. Maybe I can go next year.