How one can became two...how two can become one...

It is said in the Greek mythology that in ancient times the man had 2 heads, 4 legs and 4 arms and that he was very strong. Due to this, Zeus, the God of all Gods, decided to cut them up in two and to make them weaker by throwing the two parts to different corners of the earth. Since then, the two have been wondering the world in search of their other half, or soul mate how we like to say it nowadays. From this perspective, finding your happiness abroad is a natural act. For me anyway it has been as natural as it can be, which has even startled me at the beginning. Somehow I was expecting more resistance from myself, but it did not happen and I just accepted to go with the flow since I do not see the point in complicating matters too much.

Yesterday I was reading a blog written by a Romanian woman who has a passion for Japan. I told my boyfriend about it and he told me not to read it since it would be fake. He says Japan is different for the natives and for the tourists. He asked me what is my image of Japan after reading the blog and seeing some photos of it (some as in hundreds, lol) and at that moment I realized that I have not build an image of Japan and how it would be like. This relationship had developed in such a natural flow that I feel that the Russian saying about going to the end of the earth to be with your beloved can be now applied to me. However this is not something that can be said about Moldovan women in general. Though we do have a tendency to be romantic and assertive at times, most women in Eastern Europe have a fear of the unknown. The scars of the massive women trafficking, that still lingers in this part of the world, can still be felt. It is even more incomprehensible for our families since their communistic upbringing can still be felt. If travelling to Europe and even USA had already become a norm in Moldova, there is still very little that is known about Japan. Information is crucial….so with patience and a lot of information even the walls of the misconceptions and stereotypes of our parents can be broken through. many families are old fashion, but always very kind and hospitable.

Happy endings exist and the two halves can find each other…mine lives in the Country of the Sunrise (an alternative way we call Japan).

P.S. Take that, Zeus! Lol.

The bridge

A relationship means building a bridge towards another person, they say, if the other person responds positively to your feelings then he/she starts building a bridge too and you meet half way. If your feelings are unrequited then your bridge will never reach its destination, it will fall and crumble half way…In this perspective, my bridge will have to be a very long and strong one in order to pass over oceans and thousands of miles of land; it will have to reach a place I do not know and can’t say that completely understand. I play it by ear, I try to soak in everything that I am being given…and still at times I hit a wall…I am sure my partner feels like that too sometimes. Despite this, every time we pass a stumble block I feel as happy as a child who has gotten a candy. I feel happiness in every victory, as small as it may be, because every moment matters. Bad or good, every experience makes people closer to each other…The language issue is an obstacle, but it depends on you how big of a problem you let it be. One cannot ignore it, since communication is crucial for a relationship…and it can be very difficult sometimes. But I do believe that if people have a bond, a strong bond between them, then language will come naturally, understanding the other person’s language will come naturally (not without an effort and hard work obviously since nothing falls down on us from the sky).