Vera Lynn

Dave and I's time in Romania is reaching its conclusion. Not soon enough for some, far too prematurely for others. As previously mentioned we won't tell anyone the exact date but it is very soon.
I'll miss everything in Romania. The phenomenal people, the lifestyle, the culture; but I also lie awake at night longing to see everyone at home and to get my job back, something I never appreciated until I didn't have it.
I think I'm a different person now. Well, I hope I am. I used to be an antisocial, miserable bastard who was reluctant to experience new things and to give anybody a chance to prove themselves as anything other than a waste of my time. Four months in an alien culture has beaten these horrible characteristics out of me. Now when I see a new person my first instinct is to talk to them, not to hide behind my pint. I no longer dismiss people if I don't find myself interested by them at first glance, I feel so very...different. Don't get me wrong, I'm still cynical and sarcastic, but I think now I might be happy as well. What that will mean in the long run escapes me. I hope I can hold onto the things I've learned here and replicate them at home; perhaps be less of a bastard to my friends and appreciate the ephemeral nature of time to a greater extent. Maybe I'll enter a new stage of my life where I achieve things and follow through with plans, maybe I'll throw myself into my music and my writing and finally become the kind of person I want to be. This might be the start of a whole new Gordon for the world to deal with.
I still tell paedophile jokes though. Because they're funny.