Can you fall in love with things?

             “You can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a person.” ― Alec Waugh

I was wondering for sometime now: can you fall in love with places, songs, books or food just as you fall in love with a person?

I think I can, but it depends on how you define falling in love. Somehow falling in love with things replaced falling in love with people, lately, and I don't necessarily think it's a bad thing as I ended up appreciating lots of things I haven't payed attention to earlier.

I have this theory that every person is a bundle of love and needs to share this: with someone, on something and this is what sets you free. Holding on to it for yourself is what makes people bitter and sad, and who wants that? 

If you don't have a special someone, go find a hobby that you love passionately, a book to fall in love with, music that you can dance to as a crazy person. But above all, we should love our own lives, as imperfect as it may be. It's easy to love something that is perfect, but I never did like easy.

Since Saturday evening this is what I fell in love with:

Afternoon delight

It was an usual Saturday morning, but as a red blooded woman, after a week I was jonesing for some shopping. So I ventured into my favorite shops, tried on everything I liked and ended up with a few nice things. The novelty of it all is, that I'm learning I don't need friends to do the things I love. Me, myself and I is the only thing I need to be whole, and it's the best whole I ever had. 

I spent the afternoon eating a delicious salad, drinking my drug of choice.. rose, and taking a nap. The beauty may be in the simple things, but it takes some learning to appreciate them, at least for me.

It seems that everything is alright, after all. Growing as a person can take so many different forms, and sometimes I'm so proud of myself for doing it the right way. 

Finally I watched 500 days of Summer and fell inlove with it, new horizons, new horizons everywhere. World, here I come! 

Breakfast on the bridge

The weather keeps surprising me, or I continue surprising myself by liking this cloudy, rainy weather... Today I woke up with the urge to eat breakfast on the riverside, but by the time I got to the benches I decided I needed something a little more unusual, as lately I have this appetite for doing things a little on the crazy side... because I can, I guess.

So I walked to the middle of the bridge crossing over the Maros river and I ate my croissant watching the water, the fishermen and the swallows dancing in the air. People looked at me smiling, one old man even stopped for a few seconds, I guess he couldn't figure out why i was having breakfast there. The truth is I don't know either, I just felt like it.

Midway through my vanilla pastry I decided that from now on, every day I'm going to do some crazy little thing I haven't done before, as I need it to feel alive. The two things that make me feel more alive than anything is saltwater and the wind, hence the title of this blog.

May this be a wonderful experiment, silly new lifestyle or a crazy new road, but I'm planing on enjoying every minute of it, with wind in my hair, hopefully.