Don't Stand in Front of the Door

Ukraine.  I'm ready to go home.  Both Curt and I are feeling frustrated.  Frustrated that we can't plan anything, we have absolutely no control over what is happening and don't understand the conversations going on around and about us.  The framework for our court date keeps shifting, and that really doesn't jive well with Curt's work schedule.  OR Christmas plans.  I really don't want to spend my Christmas in Ukraine but it's looking more and more likely.

The atmosphere here was summed up neatly this morning at the notary office.  I had been ushered into a hallway and was trying to find an out-of-the-way space to park myself when a door swung open and hit me in the shoulder.  The woman who had opened the door said something to me in Ukrainian.  Assuming it was something like "I'm sorry," I smiled and nodded.  Victor then translated for me: "Don't stand in front of the door."  How sweet.

We are resting up at the apartment now, packing and gearing up for the overnight train.  We'll make a quick stop at the SDA to pick up our referral on the way.  We're ready to move on, out of the big city.  The traffic here is insane.  Some of the worst I've seen.

Yikes, I'm complaining a lot here.  The good news: we get to see SASHA tomorrow!  I hope he is as excited to see us as we are to see him.  We are praying that our paperwork moves smoothly in Amvrosiivka and that the overall picture will come into focus quickly.  I pray that Sasha will have peace about leaving everything he knows and starting a whole new life at age 16.  He continues to say that this is what he wants, but it's about to get real for him.

This may be my last post for awhile; we don't know where we are staying in Amvrosiivka and wifi will be unlikely.