Right now I'm just trying to keep things in perspective. I'm failing pretty miserably but that hasn't kept me from trying. Martin says my posts have seemed negative since we got here. The underlying fatigue, daily frustrations, and overwhelming nature of this whole move has made it difficult for me to whip out any fun and Disney-esque posts . Sorry, Martin.
Truth be told, I am feeling very out of control right now. Everything I have built up in the last 7 years, all my hobbies, all my recipes, all me routines, have been completely dismantled. And to begin to put them back together is proving to be near to impossible without the right tools. They are here, these tools, but finding them is time and energy consuming. And there is the matter of the four children...
Perspective is needed, friends. Because every time I am near to tears at these feeling of helplessness and complete loneliness I have to remember that is also just a part of moving. Not a part of Poland, but a part of moving to a new place. Were I moving to Virginia or Maine, or even North Texas, I would not know where anything is, the best places to shop, or any of the people. Heck, in some parts of the U.S. I might not even completely understand the language. It certainly isn't Poland that is holding me back, it's just the move.
Oh yeah, and, It's only been two weeks... get a grip you NINNY!
In closing, a little story to help us all keep things in perspective...
Last week I made the whole family take a tram into the Old Town to find a little Pasmanteria called "Kłebuszek." It has been said that this little shop is the best place to find yarn in Krakow. So far I have found this to be true. It is small, with only one wall of yarn but I discovered a nice section of 100% wełna (wool) in just the right weight. I purchased my yarn, brought it home and cast on. I had come to a point in the main body of the piece that required me to knit for 3 inches in the main pattern. I thought I had 3 inches but I really wanted to measure. I couldn't find my ruler. So, I searched the internet for a true to size "one inch" length and this little diddy popped up in the mix. I so very very rarely click on Youtube videos but this time I decided to take a little detour and I'm glad I did. I watched it, and it made me smile. That was enough.
Perspective lesson for today: I am trying to figure out how I fit in here, finding peace with the limitations and embracing the places where I can flourish. After seeing this video I know that I can at least be grateful that I only had to move from Texas to Poland, and not from the vast ocean to this little tiny glass box. And so far no one has forced me to try and squish my body through a one inch hole. So, I'd say I have it way better than this Octopus. And that's a start.
P.S. ;) ;) ;) j/k, j/k, j/k, lol, lol, lol. :p