Hi Dad, (I say that because I think that my father is the only one who reads this blog!)
I am thinking about starting up on writing in my blog again because A)I really enjoyed it when I did it for my class and B) I felt like it helped me develop my writing skills. I have this far fetched idea that one day in the far off future I would like to write a book and I thought to myself this morning that if I never practice writing I won’t ever have writing skills good enough to write a book.
Now, when I say that I would like to write a book I don’t mean that I would like to write the all American Novel. No, that’s not in my future. What I think that I would like to write one day is some sort of travel memoir. That’s more my speed. It combines my life-long love of journal writing with my passion for travel. It’s the perfect combination for me. Not only would I like to write about our time traveling around Western Europe (My Year as a Profession Tourist, I call it), but I think that I will also write about our upcoming adventure (which I will fondly call An American Housewife in Moldova, or something along those lines).
So, here’s my preliminary thoughts along those lines (things I can incorporate into an introducation chapter!): We are currently spending 9 months to learn Romanian. It is virtually the same language as Moldovan. The difference is the same difference between speaking Brittish and American – same English, but different. Although I know that it will be different, strange and possibly scarey, I am very excited. As I tell people about my upcoming move to Moldova what usually happens is a odd look crosses their face. The look is one of polite ignorance with odd wonderment mixed in with masking the myriad of questions rapidly flashing across their minds. The shyly polite respond, “oh.” The boldly polite, not sure if it is a country or a region somewhere in the world simply say, “Where’s that?” And the brazen say, “What’s that?” Then, occasionally, there’s the rare few who look at me confidently, semi-proud that their miscellanous geography knowledge is for once paying off for them say, “Oh, yah, Moldova. Near Romania, right” or “Oh, near Ukraine.”
What was once idol playground conversation amongst Moms (“Nice to meet you.” “Where did you just move from?” “Where are you going next?”) turns into a show stopping conversation hog. Everyone in the group turns to look at me question me about the odd information I have just released.
-more tomorrow. . . . . .