Continuing with the theme from my previous post of my Earliest Memories in Romania, I’d like to share one of my best Romanian stories from my childhood. It’s filled with adventure, excitement, unexpected twists, and valuable lessons learned. So make some tea, get comfy, and enjoy the story.
My story begins in the fall of 1986, in the city of Timisoara, Romania. I was born during a time when seeds of what would become the Romanian Revolution of 1989 were being sown. A time when workers throughout various cities in Romania were mobilizing and beginning to protest Romania’s dictator Ceausescu’s economic policies.
Since moving to Romania from the United States a little over a year ago, the question I’ve encountered most frequently has been, “why did you decide to move to Romania?”
Of course, that’s the nice variant of the question. Other ways it’s been asked include, “are you crazy, why would you want to live here?” And, “did you lose a bet and have to move back?” As well as, “you’re joking right, you’re only here to visit, not live?” And let’s not forget, “why on earth would you trade the US for Romania?” Continue reading “Why I Decided to Move to Romania”