New Year’s Day is probably my favorite day of the year. I love looking at the year ahead, imagining the possibilities, planning for the future. It’s the ultimate clean slate, enough time to stretch the limits of your imagination, trying to picture what that amount of time can hold, but not so much that you can’t fathom it. Before I can look forward, though, I like to look back and appreciate what happened in the last year, and how close it was to my goals and expectations. Some of the highlights of this year:
One of the only things I have always been absolutely certain about in my life was that I wanted to have a dog. I begged my parents for one as a kid, always promising to take care of it, but my parents were never on board. This summer, my dreams came true.
a few months … a little bit longer than I’d like to admit since I’ve updated my blog. This summer was eventful and it was a lot for me to handle just living it, let alone writing about it.
There’s nothing quite as bittersweet as the last day of a trip. We wandered around the city of Sofia, browsing the shops and the sights, trying not to think about the fact that the hours were running out.
After just one night in Sofia, the four of us (me, Yana, my mom, and my grandma) set off for a few days in Cyprus. The flight is about two hours from Sofia to Larnaca, made all the more enjoyable by the fact that we got seats with extra legroom. My uncle met us at the airport and took us for a quick motor tour around Larnaca before depositing us at the apartment to get settled in.
Day 1: Getting to Varna
Thursday morning found us sleepy-eyed at the bus station, continuing the hunt for iced coffee, but otherwise ready for the journey to the coastal city of Varna. The six-hour bus ride was a lovely way to see the countryside. When I was little and we’d drive to the sea, my grandmother would always show me the storks nesting on the tops of telephone poles, and this trip I was lucky enough to spot a nest! I wasn’t lucky enough to get a picture, though. We arrived in Varna not much the worse for wear, and my grandfather’s friend Reni’s son picked us up from the station.
I was 14 the last time I visited the country in which I was born. I had some understanding and appreciation of the culture and the history I encountered, but this time around I’m even more appreciative. These past two weeks have been packed to the gills with visiting family and friends, sightseeing, beach-going, and even traveling to another country altogether. I’m grateful that images have metadata since that’s made the organization and timeline of this trip a lot more straightforward. And off we go!