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Katerina Petrou
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The Longing and Avoidance of Intimacy
Once we said our goodbyes after a night that continues to roll through the screen in my mind, I sat on the train with an unknown feeling. It was almost as if I had left him with a part of myself that was now missing. The sudden absence of his presence felt devastating. I was lost and craved for him to find me, again. After processing this experience, I feared the intense attachment that I grew to a man, who I barely knew, was unhealthy. My concerns led me to purchase a book that would allow me to become educated on why I felt this way about him - and how I could prevent myself from feeling this again.
By Katerina Petrouabout a month ago in Humans
An Extraordinary Journey
'All I want to do is eat good food and look at pretty buildings.' This is what I told my friend as we discussed our potential trip to Rome. As the skies turned more grey and the days became shorter, we wanted a chance to catch the sun on our faces for another moment. Within a week of my mentioning of the possibility, we video-called each other and booked it. We were going to Rome.
By Katerina Petrouabout a month ago in Wander
Floating Underneath the Sun and Moon
Before embarking on this trip, I had not left my country in five years. When I was in Crete those years ago, I fell ill with homesickness and I struggled to cope. It was the first time I had been away without my family - unless you count a few days at the Isle of Wight with my school peers. A time when I was not mentally developed enough to understand what loneliness was.
By Katerina Petrouabout a month ago in Wander
From Girly-Girl to Glamorous Goth
Nervously introducing myself to a group of teenage strangers, one girl in particular caught my eye. She was beautiful. Dressed in confidence with golden hair. Certainly, she was the most popular in her previous class. Being in her presence induced a sensation of inferiority within me due to our contrasting hierarchal positions.
By Katerina Petrouabout a month ago in Styled
Being an Italian Immigrant in London
A late afternoon sun slithers through clouds of ash on the ceiling of London. With an autumn breeze that intertwines with the last remnants of this summer. Angelica sits opposite me, cross-legged, on the rims of the water fountain. A stone's throw from where we met.
By Katerina Petrouabout a month ago in Families
“We’ve forgotten who we are.”
In recent years, Spiritualism has gained an increase in acceptance and participation. Perhaps the evil that life has thrown our way in recent years, such as the global pandemic, has encouraged any one of us to find something to believe in. Something that keeps our feet on the ground and our hearts beating.
By Katerina Petrouabout a month ago in Longevity