Blending In

I have been in Romania for 38 days so far!

The holidays are approaching fast, especially here. They do not celebrate Thanksgiving (obviously!), so they skip right to Christmas. Decorations, Santas, and festive candies are popping up everywhere! I love the holidays, so being away from home may start to wear on me. Being around family and friends that know and love you is the best feeling. It got me thinking about my time in Romania and how sometimes I do not feel that same acceptance.

Staring. Americans are taught from a very young age to not stare. It’s rude. Not socially acceptable. Romanians live by a different social norm. I get stared at ALL the time. Most times it does not phase me. My outfits are always on point and I am a good looking woman, but some days…there is only so much staring I can take without flipping out. I know it is curiosity of my dark skin, who I am, and where I come from. But sometimes I think: don’t they see people like me on all the American TV stations? Why are they staring? It is so uncivilized!

I would like to “blend in” like I hear some people say when they travel abroad. I have friends who say that, and they have that luxury because they are white. It makes me furious!  Sometimes I wish I could just fade into a crowd, but I can’t. I always feel like I have something to prove when I’m waiting for the bus or shopping in the mall. I have to prove that I should be here and that they should not stare. It’s exhausting.

I have been not complained much about this because I do love Romania and its people, but that doesn’t mean that what they do and how they make me feel is ok. I am not trying to change a country, but give a voice to what it is like being black here in Romania.

Multumesc pentru atentie!

P.S. Where’s Jasmine?


One thought on “Blending In

  1. Awwww…baby. It’s ok that your stared at, it just show how beautiful you are in and out. I see you in that crowd and you stand out cause you look so pretty. I love you to the moon and farther. Enjoy being you baby.


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