I’m Still Figuring It Out

Sixteen. A number that sounds more decisive than it feels. I moved from Romania to Germany almost two years ago, galloping straight from horse stables into the strange, delightful chaos of teenage identity. Back then, horses made more sense than people — and in many ways, they still do.

My relationship with the German language is… complicated. We’re somewhere between acquaintances and polite strangers at a family gathering. English, on the other hand, feels like home — my second native tongue, complete with sarcasm, Shakespeare, and the occasional spontaneous soliloquy.

What I do know is this: emotions are non-negotiable. They must be felt, named, explored, expressed. Whether I’m whispering lines to myself in a mirror or overthinking a glance on stage, the search for realness drives me. Theatre is my latest obsession — a slightly terrifying, beautifully imperfect mirror where I keep looking for pieces of myself.

I recently performed in a hilariously modern version of Hamlet with TASK — think less Elsinore, more espresso-fueled existentialism. It was wild, awkward, liberating. And it left me wanting more. I’m also toying with screenwriting — because why not write the parts I long to play?

I don’t know if I’ve “arrived” yet, but I’ve definitely unpacked my bags.

The stage and I are still in negotiation. But I think we’re both curious. And we belong together.

Stay tuned. I have a feeling this is only the prologue. 🎭