, LSE's Space for Thought festival, my previous post.... what do we long for and where do we belong? Every once in a while I rediscover the Romanian bloggs, newspapers and ever Twitter feeds.... and I fall in love again with a country where I don't belong anymore.
At alternative times I discover English, The Onion and McSweeney's, Granta or The Atlantic and I long to belong. Again.
Occasionally I fell good in my skin and I deny longing and belonging to anything else but my own world. Good times they are... when I can forge ahead to meet the latest version of my self-identity.
