On the way home from the grocery I stopped to talk with a neighbor that has lived in our village her whole life. She tells me about how she would take long walks with her children in the forests around here. They would picnic and play in the forest before returning home. She tells me about how her mother would take care of eight children with no washing machine, dish washer or sweeper. Through our talks I get little glimpses of what it was like to live in our village when she was young. She tells me that it was very hard and they were all very poor during the second world war. Yet, there was much love and laughter in her family. I can see that she carried this on to her own family and now she is enjoying the families of her children.
I really enjoy our talks. She is such a happy and secure woman. She doesn’t mind growing old. It is just a part of life.
We talked about the huge sun we have today and how we can smell spring. She told me she can hear the birds chirping from her balcony. She told me not to be afraid to approach people and talk to them here in the village. I could feel that she thinks of me more and more as one of the villagers and less and less as a foreigner.
It is nice. I am starting to be accepted into our village and it does make a difference in how I feel about my life here.
Thank you all for understanding about my need to just talk on this blog. When I started this blog I really didn’t worry about what I talked about on here. It was my place to let it all out and to share what my life is like as an expat. I would sit down each day without any real blog post in mind. I would start typing and the post would grow from word to word.
I will still put up my photos as I have always done from the beginning. However, I am going to go back to the style of writing I had when I began this blog. Meaning there is no style. :)
Last year was very hard for me. I think it was one of the hardest years of my life. Finally, it is getting much easier for me. I feel a determination that I haven’t felt since I left college. I am not afraid and I know that I will be OK. I am ready to push myself like I have never pushed myself before. No matter what, I understand that my life is easier than it was for the woman that I talked with this morning. Even if her life wasn’t always easy I am sure she she still enjoyed all the things that made her happy.
She helps me to remember what is important.
Our happiness doesn’t come from money, a job or other people.
Happiness comes from within us.
I am finally grounded but at the same time I am ready to take off into the wind.
What I have today is happiness.
I love shadows of trees on the snow.
I love to watch my son shovel snow with his snow disk.
I love to watch my children play.
I love that my husband will drag our Christmas tree to the community compost after Christmas is over even if he doesn’t even really like Christmas trees.
I love our little red train and the beautiful horses that we see almost daily here.
Have a great Saturday!