7 years ago, hubby (back then he was BF) asked me if I wanted to move with him. I love that period of our life, he was staying near Bucharest in the Physics University’s dorm-rooms and I was clandestine, the doorman knew, but she didn’t care. We were both in the last year of the University, he studied mathematics and computers in Bucharest and I was studding psychology in Constanta (at ~260 km). I used to make 5-6 hours by train to get there…everybody who tried the Romanian Railways and the “personal” knows how nice it is (personal it’s the cheapest option).
We started our life together having part-time jobs while doing research for the graduation thesis and studding for the final exams. We didn’t care it was cold, we didn’t mind we had to wait even 1 hour for a crowded bus, eating unhealthy food… but we had the youth on our side to helps us get over any difficulty.
Hubby had a strange roommate, who was always asking for a knife to cut a can of food… even in the middle of night while we were sleeping or he was asking for the time at very strange hours, like 3 am. That guy was talking about his wife & 3 children, subspace, Jews and his plans regarding selling some subspace… but it was fun. The neighbors from the next room were fun too. We went from time to time to a game room and played Counter Strike with them. One of the neighbors was very upset every time we went because I was the one who “killed” him most of the time.
That was in the past, but I remember with such a joy and warm feeling inside. Now we are living in another country, many things happened in this 7 years, but I’m glad he asked and I’m glad I said “yes”. So…yesterday we celebrated 7 years eating a heart-shaped cake and, by night, going to Limassol for belly dancing.
I had a perfect garlic mushrooms dish. I love them and hubby loved them too, he said he will get this dish next time. After that dish, I enjoyed stuffed mushrooms and grilled haloumi. Hubby got his usual lamb kebab with tahini sauce. He managed to convince me to split a desert (even if I’m on a diet and I already ate cake), but I loved the chocolate cake… so all it’s forgiven.
P.S. I am a celebrating-freak, have lots of things we celebrate and we always do. If I remember the day of … (when one of many things that happened in our lives)… why not celebrate it? Celebrations mean… cake, a special day and a special dinner, presents (depending of the reason we are celebrating) and having fun. My dear readers… be prepared for many celebrations