A proud place to call home

Bucharest is my hometown, the place where I was born and grew up as a child yet with each visit here I find myself more and more detached from its culture.

Yes like every city it has the good, the bad and the ugly, yet it seems with each year passing, the good slowly deteriorates while the bad and ugly multiplies at a rapid speed.

Yesterday was my first day back in the city and I had an epiphany:

Romania is a country that strives so much to appear modern and westernized, yet it fails to understand the actual definitions of those terms.

A country entranced by the glamorous ideologies of the west yet enslaved by its fundamental eastern roots.

Time will tell all if this country will be able to break free from its torturous cultural chains and become the country it so desperately strives to be.

Because regretfully I have to state that,

 I believe that everyone who grew up during the communist regime must unfortunately vanish before this country has the slightest chance to greatness.

And yet I am afraid that too strong of a legacy has been left on the new generations left to follow and therefore the country might be doomed for life.

For the good of the nation and so that once again I can be proud of being Romanian,

I hope they will prove me wrong. 

On a slightly lighter note, I had a great time meeting up with some of the city's fabulous bloggers and be awed by their sense of style.

 Laura, Nookie, Alice, Sandra and Eve are a fresh breath of colour in this dark, gray city.

More meetings with the girls coming soon!

Wearing: H&M Dress, Pixie Shoes, Coach bag, Candy bracelet.