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She said that God had brought us to her, that we were like her children, and that she could be like our Romanian mother.
But do we ever really comprehend what happens when we try to meet with God?
Still, I’ve never felt the same level of attachment in any of these places that I’ve felt in Romania. When I step off of the plane in that country, it feels like I’ve come home.
This was the year of living with my parents, with my best friends, with a stranger. This was the year of mint tea and French TV shows, of cooking for my friends and of touching the North Sea.