Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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Credinta unui Caine
We arrived in the stress of the season, people tense, the streets congested, fighting in preparation for a time of joy, passion to be tested. We arrived with grand plans, both near and far our dreams, eager to find a foothold, our fear on our sleeves. Through grace our dread unfounded, blessings of friends and…
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First “Snow”
We took a little walk the other morning to see the first “snow” that had accumulated the night before. It didn’t last til noon, and the mud added two pounds to each step, not to mention ten minutes per boot in cleaning later. But the walk was brisk, and we were joined, as usual, by…
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Week 1 – we survived
It’s like a cold shower, or like having to write with your left hand all of a sudden, and it’s not just doodling. It’s writing your final thesis. We have done everything in our power to prepare for the move, but I can’t help but acknowledge how much easier life was in the States. On…
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Day 4
I felt very welcomed today, pe Inului 2-5. So grateful! I woke up way early again, and pondered for a couple of hours in the dark. Later at 6 AM we did a FaceTime chat session with mom and dad, and gave them the tour of our half furnished apartment and then looked for couches…
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Day 1
The countdown stopped. Huh… and a count-up began. Romania welcomed us with delightful weather, warm and sunny after weeks of wet and icy cold. We landed at midnight. We made our way to the apartment and slept for two hours. Woke up early, had coffee and watched the hills brighten up. There is so much…
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An Homage to Coffee
I’ve been in coffee one way or another for a long time now. Not as long as some people I know, but longer than most. I started at a small cafe in Duboce Triangle back in college called Cooper’s on the recommendation of a friend and had a job making coffee in one way or…
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farewell
It’s ok to leave a party while you are still having fun. It’s recommended. Think of the alternative. I thought I didn’t want the attention of my departure during open store hours. My colleague shot this and sent it to me. It made me cry… I have been so happy here. The time spent at…
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The Final Countdown
Well, we’re at about a week to go til the eve of our departure. Many things have fallen into place in the last few months and weeks; we’ve sold both of our cars, bikes, furniture—and packed the rest. Our luggage is all laid out in the other room and it’s mostly full except for the…
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A proper send-off
We have been so honored by our friends and family these past few weeks: Wind beneath our wings. Thank you for your love and support as we venture out to new worlds and are called to exciting challenges. Conrad was hilarious last night sharing his view. To summarize: we are leaving because we’re sick of…
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What shall we be known for?
“Who am I to do anything about anything?” It’s a very tempting thought. It’s lazy and cowardly. “What if I make a fool of myself? What if nobody will want to listen or join in or follow?” Moni said the other day, as she was giving us an account of her business journey with ups…
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A new era
I woke up to a Friday 8 AM shift. Nothing unusual about that. Except it’s my last work day. I arrived 5 minutes early and went about my day, with an Open Training and a few Personal Trainings. And I was apparently glowing. Life is about to change, and I see it and feel it…
