A Weekend as an Emotional Roller Coaster

It was Friday and we were in a rush to get from Vidin to Sofia. A huge family gathering was planned for Saturday on my mum’s side. We could not miss it, and honestly, we were feeling a little homesick. I am not sure if I have mentioned this before, but I have a very close relationship with my whole family.

Saturday was sunny and hot. We went to this beautiful restaurant with a tiny waterfall and a pond. My little boy was thrilled to see everybody. Of course, at first he was too shy and hid behind me, but once he got used to the environment, we simply could not stop him.

I forgot about all the restrictions and ate whatever I wanted, even dessert. Not just dessert — I also decided it went pretty well with a cocktail. I was so excited to enjoy the meal that I forgot to take photos. I believe that is the perfect sign of how good I felt and how much I enjoyed my time.

It reminded me of something I have been trying to learn lately — that I am allowed to enjoy this version of me too. Not only the disciplined one, not only the one who follows all the rules, but also the one who laughs, eats dessert, drinks a cocktail and forgets to take photos because she is simply present.

We had to leave early because we needed to get back to Vidin. We had a lot of tasks waiting for us, and Veni had to study for his exam on Thursday. Everything was fine until the car started acting weird. Unfortunately, it decided to die on the road, about an hour away from our destination.

It was late, dark, and I got worried because we had a trailer with us, filled with supports for the new house. We did not have any other option but to call for help. From the moment we called until everything was understood and arranged, more than 90 minutes passed. My boy was going crazy in the car, and I was worried because huge trucks were passing very close to us at high speed.

Finally, the rescue team came. It was a very nice man, but what mattered most was my little boy’s reaction. He was over the moon with happiness because he thought this was a surprise for him — a huge truck with a platform that would take us home. It had so many buttons and lights, and he couldn’t stop repeating how much he loved us.

All my worries vanished when I saw how excited and happy he was. It was late, completely out of the schedule I always try to keep for him, and we were all tired. And yet, I forgot about everything.

Then I remembered that everything depends on the point of view.

It was an expensive trip back home, but somehow, it was worth it.Writing here helps me turn messy moments into something meaningful. If you enjoy this space and want to support it, you can buy me a coffee on Ko-fi.

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