It seems masterfully selfish, irresponsible even, to write about something as prosaic as my new place when large parts of our country are literally on fire. But I'm here. Here in Viaborea, settling into a routine, decorating my apartment, devising lessons plans and activities and, potentially, a sharp exit across the border that's ninety miles away.
Next to thoughts of I wonder if the kids will like this? bubble up ones like You can't be like those people in Germany who waited too late to get out.
So I'm watching from my Arctic perch. Painfully aware of how little I can actually do, and of how much in my own life is deeply unsettled. Soon, I'll return and tell you the story of how I got here and how things, national and personal crises aside, are playing out.
What heavy stories we're all living now.
7 comments:
I do hope you'll return soon, because you have me curious, if not concerned about what's going on in your life. And don't compare your ups and downs to what might be happening in the rest of the world. Just because we think of our own lives doesn't mean we aren't sympathetic/empathetic to the lives of others.
Can't wait to hear the story.
I’ll echo Kelly and Ed and say hope you’ll be back soon with details.
I'm curious too. I have my guess and I'm curious about the route to get there.
Our own lives don't stop just because we are living in a turbulent time so write away!
OMG! That is so stunning!
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