People I love #1 Irena

Hello lovely people, 

I decided to start the week off on the right foot (hmm… I should avoid these jokes) and publish my first ‘people I love’ essay on Sunday.

And yes, I have also decided that my weeks will start on Sundays. Its nice to have a first day of week a day off, right? :D

 So, about the people I love. There are plenty actually. Those special and wonderful people I have met in my life...

But a very special one is Irena.

Of course.

We were in the same class in medical high school together, about 15 years ago. But we didn’t become friends right away. We became inseparable on our last year of high school. Before that, she was too eccentric, crazy and weird for me to be considered as a friend. She still is. The only difference is that now I understand that this 'labeling' was because she was/is ahead of her time (especially for Serbian mentality) and a brain ahead of her generation. She has been self-aware ever since I know her, while I am still struggling to establish myself and defend my values. 

I still remember when she designed her own dress in the form of a pear and came like that in the class, all orange. I fell in love with her audacity. 

Or when she sewed a hat with ear flaps that reach the knees. Or when her red leggings tear apart so she painted her leg with a red nail-polish to cover it… Brilliant. 

She would always have an idea about what to sew next, or what to put on a canvas, but not always the time to do all that... So I assume that by now she has a pile of fabric now in her closet, waiting to be transformed into something wonderful :)

I love her nonchalance and guts to say and wear what the hell she wants.

I love her ability to see art and beauty wherever she looks. I mean piškote-stairs :D <3

I learned to appreciate and love (weird, yes) when she interrupts me to say something out of context just in fear she would forget it later.

She is funny.

She is raised to think all bad stuff happen due to lack of sex (my experience proved that quite correct).

She is hopelessly addicted to mayonnaise.

She laughs about her front bunny-looking teeth.

She wears leggings in two different colors. At the same time.

She paints with an old nail-polish.

She finds working with mentally disabled children amusing and intellectually challenging!

She is my emotion/mood charger. 

She is my life changer. 

So, every time I visit Serbia, I would go to see her. That is not nearly as much as I would like to see her, but that doesn't change the fact that she is still my very best friend. And each time we meet, our conversation continues fluently, where we left it. The words flow, over time and any other obstacles, fresh and clear, like a spring. Our conversations are never-ending, about 5 different subjects discussed at the same time…

I miss you Irena, a lot. And I can’t wait to see you again.

Last time when I visited Serbia, which was about a year ago, I wanted to have a memory of her, so I took my camera out to take a photo. In the last moment I decided a video would be nicer. And it turs out funnier too. 

Do you have a friend of your life? How often do you show him/her how special they are for you?
I must say I haven't been a good example, but I'm doing my best to make it better.

I love you Irena! You are and will be my wonderful friend forever :***

Have a nice evening y'all.

Hugs, 

Anica