What to write, what to write, what to write…
You know what, let me tell you a little bit more about me.

My name is Filothei, almost everyone is calling me Fay. I come from Greece, Crete is my origin and I’m so proud of that.

I had a bitter sweet childhood. I think thats the right word. I couldn’t have described it better.
I have memories since I was 1 year old. I remember the day I walked, I talked. I remember my 7 year old  brother who died when I was 4.
You might think too much information to share at my second post? Yes, me too actually. I never wanted to share personal information about my life on the internet. But things sometimes can change.

The story continues for the rest who remained reading.
I moved to Amsterdam in 2005, 10 years ago, to be with my other half, Bas. My love, my everything. I always say the story to everyone I meet, they want to know, so why not.

I met him when I was 14, he was 17. At the beach on Crete, at my mom’s village.
He asked my name. He said it means fairy in Dutch. I met him two more times and my heart every one them pumped like it was gonna jump out of my chest.
But I had to go back and there we were. On a small church balcony, overlooking the horizon of the Cretan see, exchanging mementos of that tender sweet moment, in order to make sure it would stay forever in our memory.  A hair elastic, a Greek bill, a Dutch school pass photo.
I never saw him again.  All these years I would meet his parents and sister who kept visiting Crete and with whom we became very close friends, but never him.
2005 has arrived, many things have happened in my life, besides one. I had never been abroad. My “second mom” lives in Brussels, my good friends live in Holland. I want to go. Why not? I do it.

And why not? I can see him again. I do it as well. The door opens and the only thing I can think of is how am I gonna say to my parents that I’m gonna move to Holland. That was it. My whole life went through my eyes in one split second.
That happened on the 10th of march 2005. It lasted two wonderful days that finished with many, many, many tears at the time it had to be over.
Only option was to meet again two more days one month later, after many Skype, phone, email and sms conversations.
Many more tears followed. As well as 5 more days being together again.
That time I told him not to be sad, because I had taken my decision. End of next month I was gonna move in with him. That was the only option my heart could accept. And I did. I followed my hearts’ command.

I quit my job, I sold my car, said goodbye to my friends and family, packed my stuff and there I was. One month later, 1st of July I was in a plane taking me to Holland, on my way to my new life.

We married on a small church on Crete, next to the sea. The same little church, next to which he was fishing as a 7 year old boy, during his first time ever on Crete, on a photo his dad showed me flabbergasted when we told him the place we chose to marry.
And the rest is history.
10 years later and many, many many number photos.

Obviously so much has happened these 10 years. Good and bad, but nothing really mattered since I had him next to me. I was the most happy person in the world. I had found my other half.

And me? Creative since I remember my self, pursuing my love for creativity through my job in my mother land, but not in Amsterdam, not yet in my new life.
But then again, money was coming in from my new job and the next and the next. And guess what the next was. One of my biggest passions: Cooking, pleasuring people with good food. Pleasuring myself by seeing them enjoying my creations.
I took the risk, again, as I did before and so many times in my life.
I surrendered myself in cooking. It was a big success. I enjoyed every single moment of it. But it had an end. The reasons are not important. The end was sweet and satisfying. It was time. It was enough. The journey was over.
Creativity is what keeps me going and in cases of need I will let it unfold in any of its forms.
My big passion. Creating, painting, making. That’s my love, that’s what I know to do the best. What makes me feel good and keeps me going. Being creative.
Creativity is not only painting and taking photos. Cooking, crocheting, negotiating, talking, thinking, solving. Maybe people don’t realize it but in the world of a creative person, everything is possible, because creativity knows no limits.
I think my story gets way too long.
Now you know me little bit better. Nice to meet you all. Thank you all for staying until this last line of this story. Thank you for visiting the place that hosts my dream. The place where I can hide and feel safe but also at the same time be out there.
Sharing my love for creativity, my photos, my numbers, all part of my creative self.
Today I opened my heart to you, something that I didn’t do before in places like an Internet page.
Please share your thoughts. Everything, good or bad is appreciated as long as it is real. Because theres nothing I love the most like honesty. The rest will follow.
My name is Filothei, most people call me Fay and I’m happy to share my passion, my thoughts and a little bit of me with you.