About friendship, cooking and eating together

Recently I’ve seen a video on YouTube about smartphones. I mean, it was about people who didn’t look around because they were always looking at the display. Well, I saw it all around my Facebook and YouTube pages but I’m pretty sure most of them just shared and still looking at the display.

Well, here it’s one think, I can’t say I’m free from communications, as matter of fact I’m pretty addicted to Instagram and Facebook, I’m always checking it. But one year from now I’ve learned to get away from it.

It was a pretty easy thing, you know, with time we kind of lose the touch with most of our friends and sometimes we just make people be so useless that we don’t even make a move to get close to them once a week.

With loneliness around for being abroad I started a need hobbie. I’m not actually good at it, but I’m gettin better. I started to cook. And learned, actually, learn a need thing makes you get so excited about it that you just forget to check updates.

And with the learning I realize it was even better when I was calling my friends to check, or bring it to them. Eat alone is boring. Cook and eat together is one of the most amazing things you can do with the people you love or you just meet.

So this is a tip, maybe it might not even be a really good one, but if you are reading this I dare you to try it. Cook something for your family or whoever you are living with. Cook something for your friends, call them. (Yes, call – not text) call them and ask for help. It makes people get close in a strange level. And easy one.

Just try it once. Especially with you have a special recipe, you should share.

By the way, you can also share it with me. I would love to know what you are learning around in the kitchen. And we can even share our favorite ones.

So I never know if someone is reading this, but if you are… Try to do it and comment about it. Or give me one recipe and I would be happy to cook for my friends and tell you about it.

I’ve just got a new hobbie. And this is a plus in the ways I’ve been trying to scape from the boredom from this world and I recuse to be numb.


Collecting some goodbyes

Hell, after 9 months abroad some of the people who I met here are coming back home for summer or because their programs are done. Well, I’m staying in Europe for summertime, it’s not my time to say goodbye.

But we say it all the time. Some of these people I’ll never see again, probably just some photos on Facebook and in some months they wouldn’t even be on my feed anymore. Some one them might keep touch. I got some friends around the world who are always talking to me. But they aren’t even 10% of the people I met.

While the years are passing by you finally realize people are passing to. You might never heard they again, it doesn’t matter how much you laugh together or complain. It doesn’t matter if you love or hate. It will be all behind.

It’s not like leave home, when you leave home you kind of understand that the place will be there somehow. But when you leave a second home, that small apartment in somewhere that you shared with friends and has a lot on your life, you will never have it again.

It has its on time. And it goes away, it goes with every goodbye and hug. Saying goodbye knowing you will never see them again it’s strongly hard, even when you don’t care about it.

I know I’m never gonna have this again, not the same smiles and the same situation. It will all change again and soon. I also know it’s what I chose. And somehow I thinking missing can mean loving.

Now I just want to be sure every goodbye I say must show how much I wish happiness to the person who is hearing it.

I wish now only to be on my own armchair

So the name of this blog is related to The hobbit, also some of the posts. All of this probably because I really like bilbo baggins as a character and since I’m as much reader as traveller I
thought it was a great idea putting both together.

So what’s with the armchair? Now after 10 days traveling I came back to my second home (which is really far from my actually hometown) and I really felt like I needed some break. But break from a break?

Kind of. I came back, I slept on my own bed, I cooked my dinner and by the end of the day I watched some of my favorite movies. Well, the feeling was with me. Something weird about my Baggins side getting stronger and making me stay at home.

After 7 months away I got tired, enough to call home and talk to my grandmom. Enough to re-watch supernatural. But then I opened the computer and I saw my photographs. And I realized I needed more.

I started to plan my third eurotrip while I was in my armchair. The feeling came back even when I was really tired from the last one.

My Baggins was fighting with my Took side again. But both were making me as happy as somebody could be.
I’m as happy here as I was traveling. It’s like I needed both to survive, like I was learning how to control and plan both while building my own story.
So please, let’s do it again.

Give me my books, good food for a while and with time I will probably be able to just escape again to another adventure.

We never thought about that.

Sitting in a pub with a friend in Budapest. He isn’t not from here, the guy came from our city one month ago. He is about to do the same thing I did last semester.

We are leaving (we were) everything behind to try something new. Seven months ago I couldn’t imagine it would be this way. Seven months ago he couldn’t imagine the same. He just told me he would never think about leaving the country before get the degree. And even so here we are drinking a good beer and talking about how different our lives are. And how different everything will be now.

We changed everything and there is no way to come back. We will not be the same, we are not the same now. It’s not the same subject. One year ago we wouldn’t look, think or be this way. One year ago and we wouldn’t imagine we would be here in the opposite side of the world.

This is not a interesting post, it’s more about how different I’m feeling right now and how happy I am to see I’m not the only one from home who is doing the same. Sometimes I’m really good doing everything by myself, but also it’s really amazing to share the experience.

All my love

I was never the kind of person who actually talks about love. Not with my mother, brother or any boyfriend or whatever. I was never actually kind or lovely, I was always complaining or looking for the bad sad. This wasn’t bad, as matter of fact I was really good at it and satisfied.

But I’m also a big fan of happiness. I’ve Always followed what I wanted for me and what it should be. When I realized traveling was my favorite thing I made all the plans for it. When I discovered my love and my wishes I also found the love that I have for everything else.

I love my family, despite all the ridiculous stuff that we have and that I have always wanted to run away from them. But I love them, I love every single moment with them. Everything that made me be who I am. I love them but I think I have never actually said it before. Especially to my grandmother, she is probably my favorite person in this world and I miss her smell. And her eyes. I think I will never be able to forget her eyes.

I love my books. An old passion. An old love. I never lied about this and most of the people close to me knows. I love learn, I might be lazy for studying but I love learn. I love have something different to tell.

I love my hometown, despite all the problems and all the people that I have always said that I hate. I still hating a lot of stuff there but I love the warmness and the blue sky. I love how simple everything can be when you just come back to the place you come from.

I love my old friends. All their names and faces come to my mind everyday. It breaks my heart knowing I’m gonna miss them way more. But I love all the moments that we had, all the laughs and how they used to make me feel so special, important.

I love creativity. I love when people made something good from a boring thing or when you can just have an amazing time with nothing but good jokes.

I love every place I have been to. I love the cold and the rain, the sun and the sky. I love snow (but I also hate it). I have everything inside me, in some kind of strange memory that builds and rebuilds myself everyday. I love the different persons that I am.

And finally I love the different persons that I met. Every one of them. But I hate the goodbyes, it breaks my heart every time. But I love the fact I have something of them with me as I have the cities and the days. As I have myself.

Somehow in the middle of all of this I learned how to love people, how to keep love and look for the peace inside myself. It’s not completely done, I can feel the old one coming sometimes, but it’s way better than before.

I love feeling the love instead of the indifference. Knowing that life can be good as long as you look for it. and I hope someday you can also be able to do it.


Lose yourself to find something else

How lost should I be? Well, don’t know. It was suppose to meet a friend of mine in Berlin. I took the subway (metro) I tried to find the place, but everything it’s really funny when you have no idea where are you going to and worse, when you don’t even know the language.

This “lost” sensation it’s probably one of the bests, the kind of thing that takes you away from the comfortable zone and makes you actually trust in yourself because you don’t have anything else to do.

I lost myself, I was lost in Netherlands, Belgium, Spain, Scotland and I lost me again in Germany. It couldn’t be better. this strange and long feeling that you can always take care of yourself it’s probably the most human sensation. It’s about survive and knowledge, the kind of thing you only absolve if you are by yourself.

Believe me. There is nothing wrong with it. There is nothing wrong in being lost, nothing wrong in lose yourself. It’s nice to let it go once. Twice. Maybe one more time.

It’s nice to lose and to gain something back.

And if you do, you will not be the same.

Look at your pictures or maybe go on your facebook profile and try to read the things you had posted months ago. Do you think you are the same? Would you post the same thing nowadays? Would you say and do the same? I wouldn’t. It is almost incredible how much I had changed for the past years, probably way more for the past months.

Some things are the same, I still loving Pink Floyd more than any band, I still with JRRT quotes on my mind for everything I do (this blog is a prove of that), besides this and my addiction  to reading, everything else has changed. I could say it is for the best, but as matter as fact I had no idea what best means.

I’m not as lazy as I once was, I would never say one day I would be able to go out in the cold just for run or stay in front of the computer working for more than 3 hours. Now I’m always trying to learn something or be better in my favourite things, all of this might be a good thing. The kind of thing you put on blogs to say how good your life is. But I also lost the patience with sadness, I can’t stay close to someone who is always complaining and I’m always talking. And drinking more than I could imagine. The last things can be bad, but some bad things are necessary.

I could also type here everything else I see now, but everything could change tomorrow because now I’m allowing myself to change, instead of only be. Instead of only see. As one of my friends once said there is no bigger sin than a closed mind. I couldn’t agree more.