I miss Ukraine. Yeah, I know, it's nuts. It's not like I want to repeat those nine weeks of emotional torture over there, but in my little fantasy, I'd visit for a few days. Minus the flight, of course.
What do I miss about Ukraine?
I miss:
Sasha. I really miss Sasha.
Anya and Den.
Victor.
A lot of the kids at Uglegorsk.
Ben and Angela.
A particular brand of yogurt. Don't ask me the brand--it was Ukrainian.
Walking everywhere.
Really good borscht.
Cherry varenike with sour cream.
Dill jokes.
All of the beautiful treasures in Kiev and Lviv.
Most importantly, though, I miss the forced reliance on God. There isn't much else to hang on to over there. My faith really grew during those nine weeks in Ukraine, and I already feel like I'm losing a little ground. Our lives in America are so comfortable, it's easy to encase ourselves in a bubble, tune everything else out, and take our luxuries and comforts for granted. In Ukraine, food is a luxury. Clean water is a luxury. Basic safety is a luxury. Comforts are few. Life is hard. And yes, I miss it.
Do you not miss racing along snow-packed roads missing trucks and other cars by only inches? Do you not miss your nose hairs freezing while you walked to the market? Do you not miss the crazy circus with "performing" porcupines, rats, ostriches and goats? So many wonderful memories...♥
ReplyDeleteI had completely blocked out that circus fiasco. BIZARRE.
ReplyDeleteAmen sister!! me too!
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