This is a blog that I wrote for the official bulgarian site, but as it is not there yet, I decided to put it here, so enjoy.

It is the beginning of June and I am supposed to prepare the end of June exams by watching the 23rd episode of the 7th season of the 5th TV series this week. I suddenly remember recently meeting a couple who travelled around Europe in a van and it tickles my imagination: running away from day to day responsibilities, getting rid of all the material things that I am attached to and getting full time freedom sounds great. The plan: sell my stuff, pack up what is left and leave. After getting used to the idea to be without a fair amount of material possessions the first thing that happens is that my Imac crashes (that has never ever happened in my whole entire life, I owned at least 4 macs since I was 4 years old). After 3 days and nights of trying every possible google trick I am not able to fix it myself and certainly cannot trust weird people from companies to mess with my baby. I send it by bus (carefully packed) to the other side of the country that my trustworthy cousin can look at it. He informs me that the hard disk is overheating and that he extracted it from the computer using a glass vacuum and is now putting it in the freezer to cool off. For the next seven days I am unable to move from the pain. Pain of separation. I finally borrow a PC (pissy) laptop and feel deep disappointment. I decide to chill and take my bike for a ride and guess what? Stolen! Curses. Next I go out and TRY to relax as my most valuable possessions are gone. I leave my bag with a friend that night aaaand it disappears with my keys and wallet. At this point I am totally relaxed and having a laugh at how all of my stuff just disappeared. Giving up on the van plan for lack of things to sell I give up on the adventure business and decide not to go to the seaside this summer and really focus on doing my studies alone and in the heat of the boring city.  Reality finally checks in with my mom asking about how my studies are going. Already late June and I have done nothing. I am just not able to take the jump, not even a step out of bed. In the next few days I turn from the passive series-watching state into a tornado and start getting into some serious partying. Ignoring the past, present and future, I feel very good.

After a morning of waking up in a complete mess, not knowing what is going on, I finally get this strong urge to finally make a positive move. It comes to my mind that there was a call for a program in Bulgaria for this summer and I decide to check it out. I see the details and this is big: a three month trip that demands a lot of shifting and life changing decisions. And some cash. That being the first and biggest issue, is my first task. I have one week. Reasons to go? I know that it is about empowering youth and doing social service which I do in Zagreb Pride Association and the Art of Living Croatia. Consequences: Mommy is not going to pay for putting my studies on hold and certainly will not finance me after that, which means I will have to take responsibility and get a proper job and be independent. I somehow figure out how to get some money for the trip, but what about my stuff, my cat and my house with my roommates. Real chaos begins right about here. A very clear one, though. Whatever is happening I am handling it and thinking of a new way to fix things, because there is only one thing in my mind, and that is the Yes We Can. After much turbulence, everything falls into place. My computer is back, and I am already used to my lovely borrowed PC, my dad borrows me his most expensive bike and my bag with the keys and wallet is found. Everyday I have the same goal. Everyday there’s small task that gets me out of bed. I spend the last two weeks close to my loved ones and relaxed and ready as can be I start my hopefully life changing adventure.