Going back

Walking again on the streets of my youth. Back to Romania, after 2 years. Back to Iasi, after 11. I resisted. I found excuses, I delayed.
And when all my arguments were broken down by the tiny ring on my phone "Are you coming? You have a bus at 3pm", I packed a bag and I went. To Iasi. A whole twenty-four hours and I didn't even have the time to see everything I missed, everyone I thought I'd see. I was simply there, I passed by the Uni, the parks on Copou, the crumbling building in Ralet where I nurtured my dreams for 2 years, the place where I first met my husband, the Students House and Hygeco Pub - a stinky bomb full of cheap vodka. Then back again, home.
A day that has reconciled me with the past decade....