Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Moroeni, right? The sun’s blasting through my window on Strada 1 Decembrie. I’m like, “Great, another day in paradise.” But nah, it was anything but that.
First off, I’m running late for a meeting at the art gallery on Strada Tineretului. I grab my coffee from that little place on the corner—Cafeneaua cu Flori. They know me there. I’m basically a regular. But today? They mess up my order. I mean, how do you screw up a cappuccino? I’m fuming, but whatever. I chug it down anyway. It’s like drinking hot milk with a sprinkle of cocoa. Ugh.
So, I’m hustling down the street, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. Moroeni’s streets are a whole vibe, but come on, can we fix these roads? I almost trip over a loose cobblestone on Strada Republicii. I’m like, “Is this a street or an obstacle course?”
Finally, I get to the gallery, and guess what? The meeting’s been pushed back. Classic. I could’ve slept in! I’m standing there, looking at the art, and I’m like, “This is nice, but I could’ve done it better.” You know that feeling? Like, you see something and you just wanna grab a paintbrush and fix it?
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy, Andrei. He’s all hyped about some new project. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’m still processing my coffee disaster.” But he’s got this wild idea about a mural on Strada Muncii. I’m intrigued, but also like, “Do I really wanna get involved?”
We chat for a bit, and I’m feeling better. Andrei’s got that energy, you know? But then, I get a text. My client wants to change the whole concept for the campaign. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I mean, we’ve been working on this for weeks! I can feel my blood pressure rising.
I step outside to cool off. The air’s fresh, and I can see the mountains in the distance. Moroeni’s got this stunning backdrop. It’s like, how can I be mad when I’m surrounded by this beauty? But then I remember the client’s email, and I’m back to being annoyed.
I decide to take a walk. I stroll down Strada Calea București, just soaking it all in. The shops, the people, the vibe. I see this street performer playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I toss him a few lei. He smiles, and for a second, everything feels right.
But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude just knocked over a whole cart of fruit. Bananas everywhere! I can’t help but laugh. Like, who does that? The guy’s scrambling to pick them up, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head.
After that, I head to the park near the center. It’s packed with families and kids running around. I sit on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts. I pull out my sketchbook and start doodling. It’s my therapy, you know? Just me and my pencil.
Then, out of nowhere, this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “What are you drawing?” I show him, and he’s all wide-eyed. It’s a simple sketch, but he’s acting like I’m Picasso or something. Kids are the best. They see magic in everything.
As the sun starts to set, I realize I’ve been here for hours. I’m feeling a mix of emotions—frustration, joy, inspiration. It’s wild how a day can flip like that. I head back home, thinking about the mural Andrei mentioned. Maybe I’ll give it a shot.
Moroeni, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Even with your potholes and coffee disasters, you keep me on my toes. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!