I’m finally convinced that even Rand McNally couldn’t find me right now. I’m somewhere up in the Carpathian Mountains, closer to Cluj than I’ve ever been before. Alina “surprised” me – I thought we were just staying in Beius for the weekend and so I packed accordingly: skirts and cute dressy outfits for church and activities of a social nature with all my friends from the church in Beius and flip flops… clothes I’d be comfortable in when in hot weather. But we’re wayyyy up here in the mountains with the snakes and the dihors and the wolves, mosquitoes, lynx, lions, tigers, and bears. Oh my! Although I don’t really think there are lions or tigers up here. I have the toothache from you know where and I’ve been fighting with my head that won’t stop hurting and my stomach that insists on being upset. And for the first time since July of last year – all I want to do is go home.
I remember meeting with Cam and Lisa this winter when I was planning and praying about coming here for this long. They lived in Bucharest for a few months and I knew I could count on them for good advice. I remember Cam said “After a while, the novelty of being there is going to wear off – and then you’ll start missing the things you’re used to … and then the last two weeks are going to feel like the longest of your life.” And once again, he was exactly right. I didn’t believe him at the time, but I sure do now that I’m living in it. I miss my friends and family so much. I would run a marathon for a grilled chicken salad with ranch dressing… or a big breakfast of pancakes and eggs and bacon instead of tomatoes, cucumbers, salami, and goat cheese. I know I shouldn’t be complaining and I don’t mean to. I’m happy to eat what I’m given – I’m used to it. And except for the weird breakfasts, I really enjoy Romanian food.
I guess I’m just ready to come home now.