Everything but the Kitchen SinkJune 6, 2011 at 5:33 pm | Posted in Transylvania | 25 Comments
Tags: Balance, Blogging, Children, Expats, Family, Kids, Language, Photography, Romania
We are here. In Romania. We are over the jet lag. Mostly. We have eaten our weight in fresh baguettes, tasted some delicious Romanian cookies, and bought some seriously gnarly candy at the mall. We have walked to two playgrounds and chased many, many pigeons. And we spent a very long afternoon at the grocery store, where packaging is translated into as many as 12 languages. None of those languages is English. If only I spoke Croatian … or Polish … or Lithuanian.
We are slowly getting used to no air conditioning, the tiniest kitchen sink you’ve ever seen, and crinkly line-dried clothes. And our shipped belongings arrived today. (You’ll be happy to know the most important items — the stuffed animals and tea party set — made it unscathed.) We also now have sheets for our beds, and we no longer have to share one towel. Life is … good.
Life is good but overwhelming. Exciting but a little scary. Easier and harder, all at the same time. I’m still processing everything, and every day there’s So. Much. More. to process. I’m not ready to post eloquent stuff about our journey here or the first few days of our adventure. I just need a little more time to get settled in our house and in my mind.
In the meantime, I’ve come up with a way to capture each day of our life here, if nothing else to jog my memory as the newness begins to fade and the days start to run together. I’m posting a photo — just one — every day. That means I actually have to take pictures every day. I have to pack up the kids and go somewhere because no one wants to see 365 pictures of my tiny kitchen sink (did I mention it was tiny?). It means I have to follow my rules.
I hope you’ll visit us, here and there. I hope you’ll laugh with us and cry, too, for I’m sure there will be tears. And I hope you’ll find washing dishes a teeny bit less tedious in your big, deep, glorious sink.
What’s your favorite “foreign” food? Any tips on taking the crinkle out of line-dried clothes? And please, please, tell me: How big is your kitchen sink?