Holidays are hard.
I just spent the past half hour talking to my family. Thank God for Skype, right?
Anyway, my twin and parents are in Colorado to spend Thanksgiving with my aunt, uncle, cousins and older sister who all live there. So, when they called I got to talk to everyone. My four year old cousin sang me a song about a turkey running away from a cook, and the five year old cousin informed me that he was going to eat the whole turkey himself because he was clean from his bath. They were really cute. TJ even asked me if I knew that I lived in Europe, because that was real far away.
I told TJ, the five year old, that it was 8 PM and he asked me if it was my bedtime because that was his bedtime. And Jilly, the four year old, told me about singing "Oh, my darling" to Josh and Sarah's new baby named Clementine. I spent most of the time talking to the kids, because they had control of the microphone. TJ sang the alphabet for me and then asked me to do it in Romanian. It was really cute. My dad asked about my Christmas trip plans.
It was harder than I thought, talking to all of them. They're going on about normal stuff ("Uncle Tommy's watching the Lions lose on TV,") when all I can think of is the differences. I don't even have a TV, and I ate spaghetti alone in my apartment tonight, on this American holiday. It's the little things you miss the most, but the big ones get you too. I should have taken tomorrow off and gone to Cluj to hang out with the others, but I'm taking days off for Christmas and that's not fair to the kids if I just don't go to class. I'm the teacher afterall. I don't know, just feeling a little alone at Thanksgiving.
Anyway, my twin and parents are in Colorado to spend Thanksgiving with my aunt, uncle, cousins and older sister who all live there. So, when they called I got to talk to everyone. My four year old cousin sang me a song about a turkey running away from a cook, and the five year old cousin informed me that he was going to eat the whole turkey himself because he was clean from his bath. They were really cute. TJ even asked me if I knew that I lived in Europe, because that was real far away.
I told TJ, the five year old, that it was 8 PM and he asked me if it was my bedtime because that was his bedtime. And Jilly, the four year old, told me about singing "Oh, my darling" to Josh and Sarah's new baby named Clementine. I spent most of the time talking to the kids, because they had control of the microphone. TJ sang the alphabet for me and then asked me to do it in Romanian. It was really cute. My dad asked about my Christmas trip plans.
It was harder than I thought, talking to all of them. They're going on about normal stuff ("Uncle Tommy's watching the Lions lose on TV,") when all I can think of is the differences. I don't even have a TV, and I ate spaghetti alone in my apartment tonight, on this American holiday. It's the little things you miss the most, but the big ones get you too. I should have taken tomorrow off and gone to Cluj to hang out with the others, but I'm taking days off for Christmas and that's not fair to the kids if I just don't go to class. I'm the teacher afterall. I don't know, just feeling a little alone at Thanksgiving.