Nogle gange maa man lige skrive paa dansk, man ved jo ikke hvem der laeser med og der er jo visse folkeslag der tager alting naert.............
Det vaerste ved at flytte tilbage til NJ er at folk vitterligt har en "stil" som minder mest om "mormors gamle raekkehus med vaeg til vaeg taepper og skovsoeer paa malerierne". Det er svaert at sige noget paent om de fleste hjem, saa jeg holder bare min mund. Det meste af tiden.
Ikke fordi jeg gaar specielt meget op i mit hjem, men jeg har min egen stil og jeg ved godt den er maerkelig, men den er min. Og ikke den samme som alle andres.
Igaar var jeg nede go faa nye kontakt linser. Oejenlaegen spurgte om jeg var interesseret i nye briller "selvom jeg har vist ikke nogle du kan lide". Naa, hvad mener du med det spurgte jeg saa paent og han forklarede at han havde proevet i nogle aar at have moderne briller i butikken, men det var simpelthen for maerkeligt for lokal befolkningen saa han blev noedt til at bestille guldstellene hjem igen. Han fortalte at i vores by blev man noedt til at "kultivere" folk i meget lang tid inden der skete noget (eller ingenting)!!
Suk siger jeg bare. Men jeg vidste det jo godt. Her er ikke hoejt til loftet og jeg er endnu engang "den maerkelige". Jeg har ikke noget imod at vaere "den maerkelige", men naar man ikke kan give plads til mig saa bliver jeg ked, jeg giver jo plads til de andre. Janteloven fungerer fint her i landsbyen. Suk igen.
12 February 2014
11 February 2014
BREAKING NEWS.......
I'm still alive!
I haven't wanted to do any blogging whatsoever in a really long time. Mostly because I've been utterly traumatized. I never ever thought a move could hit me this hard. But it did. And it's okay. It's a sign that I was really really happy where I was before.
Mid August we moved back to the States, back to New Jersey where we lived a long time ago. Back to the same town actually. It was just the easiest thing to do. We knew the area, we knew people, it was close to Joel's work, it was what we needed now that we had to move.
Usually when I have visited the states in the past 3 years, it's always been nerve wrecking to go through immigration due to the Green Card situation, and I've always been so happy when I've been let in to the country. This time, Joel practically had to drag me through immigration and this was after a very long flight on which I lost 5 pounds in tears........the poor woman sitting next to me was so excited to go on vacation in New Jersey. I guess I ruined that for her.
We spent the first three weeks living with good friends in their basement that we had all to ourselves. It was so nice to be around familiar faces and I really hope I didn't keep them up all night with my sobbing. Seriously. I would wake up in the middle of the night sobbing. I would be in the shower, sobbing. Watching TV, sobbing. Catching a glimpse of something Scottish in a magazine, sobbing.
It was awful.
Joel started work the day after we got here, just so we could have insurance.
We immediately found a house to rent and the kids seemed okay with everything. Actually Joel and the kids did really well while I was a mess. A sobbing mess.
The kids started school and adjusted really well. They found new friends, activities etc. I got a part time job to keep myself busy and Joel was busy with work.
6 weeks after arriving we finally got our furniture and we could start making the house a home.
We have now been back in the States for almost 6 months and it feels like we have been here forever. In a good way. We are all adjusted. I no longer sob. I might shed a tear now and then, but the sobbing is long gone.
Will I continue to blog? I don't know. I don't really have anything to say, so maybe I'll just post a picture now and then.
I haven't wanted to do any blogging whatsoever in a really long time. Mostly because I've been utterly traumatized. I never ever thought a move could hit me this hard. But it did. And it's okay. It's a sign that I was really really happy where I was before.
Mid August we moved back to the States, back to New Jersey where we lived a long time ago. Back to the same town actually. It was just the easiest thing to do. We knew the area, we knew people, it was close to Joel's work, it was what we needed now that we had to move.
Usually when I have visited the states in the past 3 years, it's always been nerve wrecking to go through immigration due to the Green Card situation, and I've always been so happy when I've been let in to the country. This time, Joel practically had to drag me through immigration and this was after a very long flight on which I lost 5 pounds in tears........the poor woman sitting next to me was so excited to go on vacation in New Jersey. I guess I ruined that for her.
We spent the first three weeks living with good friends in their basement that we had all to ourselves. It was so nice to be around familiar faces and I really hope I didn't keep them up all night with my sobbing. Seriously. I would wake up in the middle of the night sobbing. I would be in the shower, sobbing. Watching TV, sobbing. Catching a glimpse of something Scottish in a magazine, sobbing.
It was awful.
Joel started work the day after we got here, just so we could have insurance.
We immediately found a house to rent and the kids seemed okay with everything. Actually Joel and the kids did really well while I was a mess. A sobbing mess.
The kids started school and adjusted really well. They found new friends, activities etc. I got a part time job to keep myself busy and Joel was busy with work.
6 weeks after arriving we finally got our furniture and we could start making the house a home.
We have now been back in the States for almost 6 months and it feels like we have been here forever. In a good way. We are all adjusted. I no longer sob. I might shed a tear now and then, but the sobbing is long gone.
Will I continue to blog? I don't know. I don't really have anything to say, so maybe I'll just post a picture now and then.
29 July 2013
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