i hate goodbyes

It's not even a week since I left Warsaw, but I already miss it.
I was born to live in big cities. There is nothing else I can say. So just leaving you with some pics illustrating my summer in the capital (you could have  already seen some of them on my instagram, I'm not very surprising)

go green

I've never really been a meat-eater. I used to eat meat, just because all of my family do that and I usually was too lazy to cook something vegetarian for myself. When I've already served something composed only of vegetables it was commented 'Ok, the starter was good, but where is the DINNER?'. It was the dinner… Never mind. So recently when I spent two months helping to run a restaurant I started to pay attention to what am I eating, ordering or buying. It was much easier because I was in Warsaw, not in my town where we virtually have only Tesco to do the shopping. Every Saturday next to my house took place an eco market called Le Targ. I have read about it in a newspaper, and even got to check the place where this market is, but obviously I forgot. And one morning- surprise! I can see Le Targ from my balcony. The food was orgasmic! Okay, let's face it- much more expensive than in a grocery, but it was really tasty and scented. But it's not the point. The point is that having all this fresh eco-friendly fruits, vegetables, cheeses and even cakes I totally stopped to eat meat. It wasn't intended. I kinda forgot. I was feeling so good that I thought 'Why not to became a vegetarian?' The decision wasn't tough, but the book I read meanwhile made it easier for sure. The polish title 'Zjadanie zwierząt' says it all. I spent half a night reading it and crying my heart out. I have always been tender-hearted for animals and this book destroyed me. I coax it to everyone right now. Let's stop being so selfish, guys! I know that your grandmas surely told you that someone who doesn't eat meat won't be high, wise, healthy and will die for leukaemia but don't worry - no more! Soya cutlets are made to be eaten as well. It just matters of your habits !

summertime sadness

Remember the times when you were counting days to the end of the school and then just know that something really excited is waiting for you? Times when all of the school year  you were making promises to yourself that when the holidays start and you dont have to get up early you will sleep till noon, but in the end you don't even got time for sleeping. I had all my holidays fully planned and in September I still could brag about my exotic tan and chatting with my summer love during the boring lessons. Yeah, that was amazing. But those times are over for me. For two years, since I become an adult (when I was not, I was praying to be one, now Im praying to turn back time…) I don't know what holidays are. I don't remember how the sea looks like and when was the last time I was on the beach (ok, I was in May when my previous employer send me to Sopot to get some stuff for the big article, but I was so excited to be on the beach that I got drunk as fuck and didn't even remember why i exactly came there). It's not like I'm not travelling and spending all my time in front of the computer. But all my journeys are mostly conntected with work. And it's not some hard physical work like burrowing dikes  all day in burning sun, sometimes is even interesting and creative but it's not just lying under the palm tree and drinking alcopops (I'm really not very exacting in "how my tailor made holidays should look like"…). And the worst thing of all is definitely checking facebook. Not to mention of instagram. When all of my time I'm spending at work, as a sad, lonely, pale almost-manager, melting of hot in my tiny office my friends are posting photos where they are happy, naked and tanned. And when I finally got a day off and wanna go and takie even short sunbathing by Wisła suddenly the temperature falls to 18 oC… Where is the fucking justice? And what with all the money I will earn? At the beggining I am planning some awesome holidays in September, in a hot place with hot guys serving shots from their chests but in the end I realize that summer sales once more destroyed my life… And Im busted again. 


I'm feeling a wee bit like Tom from '500 days of Summer' he had another expectations of his SUMMER as well...