There is a lovely link up going on at Dana's blog, and it's about writing down your life, in the style of "Draw my life" videos that all YouTubers are doing right now... And since we are not YTs but bloggers, we write!
Where do I start? Well, with my birth. Which was in Ljubljana, Slovenia, on 22nd February 1991. I was born to a mother, named Nevena, who is a nurse, and a father, named Savo, who is a dentist. They have met at a coffee house where my mum used to work, have fallen in love, and have been inseparable ever since!
And then I happened, but it wasn't such a happy ending or beginning, depends at how you look at it, because i was born FOUR months too early. I weighed only 600g, and had to stay in the hospital for months after my birth, so I could gain some strength. But I was a warrior, and survived!
In this photo I am about one and a half months old, and have grown a little.
Little walk with my mom.
Beach day at the coast of Slovenia. :) Believe it or not, I remember THIS.
Unfortunately we couldn't stay in Slovenia any longer, since the Yugoslav war started, and we had to flee the country. At that beginning stage we moved more than fifteen times. All of the movings were in Serbia, since so many people didn't want to accept families who have fled the war. But anyway, we found our first home in Novi Sad, where we stayed until I was five. And then we moved to Subotica, which is the northernmost city in Serbia, because my dad has bought us a flat there, and we didn't have to share our bathroom and kitchen with five other families anymore.
My mom and Jessy behind the building where we used to live. No, it's not that yellow one in the background, unfortunately you cannot see it in this picture.
Fashionista and happily weird me.
And then, as we finally thought that we had our place where we could stay for longer time, the '99 NATO bombing came, and my dad decided to move to Austria, and try his luck as dentist there. I still remember my mother and me standing at the train platform, and looking at my father as he got smaller and smaller on the horizon while waving at us through the train window. My mum always starts to cry when she thinks about this scene because she says that I myself, have never cried as much as that day.
One of the many many times, where my dad had to leave.
But then I kind of learned to live with the fact that my dad is not with us right now, but is working for us at some better place, and I was so happy every time he visited us, that I didn't want to leave his side even for a minute! My dad has always been a big idol for me, and still is.
At some point, the time for school came, and I met so many awesome kids, which turned out to be my very best friends for next six years... And I got my doggy Jessy, whom I still have today. I couldn't be more happy about that. In Serbia, you go to the same class with same people for eight years, all the way until high school. And then you get new classes and stuff. Now, I can say that I had the best childhood ever, despite all the bad things that happened. I could go out and play, go to birthday parties of friends, and simply be a happy girl. That was really awesome.
Me in the first grade with two of my friends (I'm totally on the left, if you were wondering) ! ... and at my 9th Bday party!
Around that time, I discovered my "talent" for drawing, and I didn't stop doing it ever since. I never went to any art school whatsoever; I learned it all by myself. You can see a little timeline of my artworks here!
Where was I? Oh, yes, unfortunately, I couldn't stay with my friends like I wanted to, because I had to move to Vienna when I was twelve. My dad has settled all the necessary papers for him, and we were ready to make the transition too. And once again, I cried the whole night, because I had to leave EVERYTHING I held so dear. It was really horrible. And even to this day, I am not completely over it. It's different when you move inside your country, but I was thrown in the middle of somewhere, where I didn't know the language, people, the city, nothing!
It took me a while until I could adapt, and although I learned the language very fast, I felt like an alien for a very long time. I couldn't make any friends, especially because I turned out to be better than them in school in just a few months (schools in Serbia are much more rigorous and strict, and also much more forward when it comes to what we learn). But then a new girl came to our class, and she really wanted to help me all the time. She was also defending me when I was mocked because of my nationality and so on. We are very good friends to this day.
High school was a lot better, but still, I was a freak who could draw. I had two or three friends and that was it. Until I met Tina! You can read our little story here, which she wrote. It's so amazing!
And now... I'm in college. And still kind of a freak, but it's not that obvious. Let's say, I'm more of a lone wolf. I have a few people with whom I'm in contact with and that's it.
One thing I forgot to mention. I must say, I am very blessed to have a big family. I have a bunch of aunts, uncles, cousins and so on, and they are all from my mothers side. My mum, like, has three sisters, and had four brothers, but some of them died. Well, two. One shortly after birth, and other because of diabetes. And I remember that too, because I was at his death bed. Well, enough of sad things.
While I still lived in Serbia, I used to spend every single summer in Teslić, Bosnia. Either if it's in the town of my aunt, or on the country side where my grandparents lived. And some Christmas holidays too! It always was so fun to explore the forests, jump over stones in the rivers, and run through sun flower fields... I wish I could do that now! :)
This is one of many similar pictures that I have. And this is not even the half of my family! From left to right: aunt, aunt, aunt, cousin, cousin, me, Jessy, grandma, uncle, grandpa, then the row below, uncle, cousin, cousin, Fido staring at Jessy. Ah, I feel such joy when I look at all of them. My lovely huge family.
Me throwing myself around in the snow in grandma's fields.
... aaaaand I guess that would be it! I hope you enjoyed this little story.