March 30, 2007
Neighbourhood Coffee: Six Nationalities
In my living room for the first time this morning, there were gathered seven lovely ladies from my neighborhood. Two were British, and the rest were all different nationalities:
Italian (married to Greek)
Mexican (married to American)
Australian (married to Indian-Brit; with her 8-month-old baby girl, so cute)
and me, American. There was going to be another USA gal, a lady from Seattle with her three-month-old, but she got a sore throat last night and decided to rest. The Belgian lady (apparently married to a Dutchman) and the Danish lady, plus a handful more Brits and Americans, couldn't make it this month.
I love that my neighbourhood is so international and that we're starting to get to know each other a bit.
I realize that my previous posts could be mistakenly interpreted as saying I want to live back in the USA. That is not the case. There is no "back home" for me, having lived in four states but not grown up in any of them. We didn't leave a house or stored goods anywhere. My mother lives somewhere I've never lived. All our stuff is here with us. I like living in Europe in general. I'm just a confused citizen of the world struggling with our various changes of lifestyle in the past two years and trying to forge a new happy medium in my new location, with my husband's new job rhythm, our growing kids hitting new stages, and back in anglophonia.
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Dear daughter, I can truly relate to all of the things of which you have spoken in your last three postings. As you know, I lived it, but got to stay in Geneva for 16 years, in two different villages, but maintaining life-long friendships, not to mention the one I have with God. Because I know you and David talk with God about all of your major decisions, and trust in Him, I fear not for you or wherever He takes you. I also understand very well all of the things you mentioned. I am coming soon. We will talk, and play! I love you so...Mom
Posted by: Patricia Taylor | Mar 31, 2007 4:02:50 AM
What a stark difference from my upbringing... I was born and rasied in the same house. I often feel ignorant of "the world"... While your experience is so intriguing and appealing to me, I can see where the grass can be greener - depending on which sit of he fence one is on :)
Posted by: jennyonthespot | Mar 31, 2007 7:47:35 AM