During K’s next-to-last night in Poland, we went out for a little family-and-friends party. I posted several pictures, but only now have I gotten around to the video.
Who could listen to this and sit still? Apparently, not many…
During K’s next-to-last night in Poland, we went out for a little family-and-friends party. I posted several pictures, but only now have I gotten around to the video.
Who could listen to this and sit still? Apparently, not many…
Superb. It’s a whole story within that short clip.
By the way, does K have a hard time returning to the routines here? Or does she take it all in stride? L probably manages superbly. Being a kid has its virtues.
K’s problem with returning is simple: going back to work. I still have almost a month before classes begin, and my single morning course is nothing in comparison.
L is a different story. She was ready to head back and return to her routines almost a week before we left. Every time we were out and I’d say, “We’re going home,” (meaning, of course, the in-laws’ place), she piped up: “To Mauldin?”
Two weeks is a very short time to catch up on two years absence…
It is hard to say goodbye, I know it is going to be a long time before I see them again. After those two weeks my head is always spinning with different emotions, memories, conversations we had, changes we have seen. It is really hard to have two homes and I realize, that wherever we are it will always be that way.
Yes, but I cant help but think that your sadness at leaving one (or the other) will always add beauty and richness to wherever you are . Had you stayed there, the everyday would have been just the everyday. Now, going back is exquisite! A paczek never tasted so good, an evening with friends cannot be matched, and the spacer at dusk! You could not find such peace walking along roads here. Too many cars, too few paths leading into forests and meadows.
Still, when I go back now, thirty years after I left, I find out that the friends don’t see each other all that much, some couples have broken up, others are preoccupied with work and making money. It’s still a big deal when I come back, but I need less time to catch up because our catching up becomes more and more superficial. We’ve grown apart.
But I understand your sadness at thinking that you’ll never feel whole in any one place again. (I just see it as a beautiful kind of sadness to have.)
“Too many cars, too few paths leading into forests and meadows.” Not to mention the fact that we’ve cordoned off vast tracts of land and declared “No Trespassing!”
Don’t get me started on land use! (I teach Property and all this stuff comes up, of course.) Can’t pitch a tent, can’t walk, can’t bike, and even if you own a piece of land — can’t build if it isn’t fitting with what the neighbors want. (We’ve been trying to see if we can buy land and build a teeny house. Cannot.)