- I can live without a car. It's been 4 months since we've been here and neither I, nor Adam have drove a car.
- I can survive in absolutely, outrageously cold temperatures. For about 2 straight months it was anywhere between -5 degrees to 20 degrees fahrenheit. I don't care who you are, that is cold.
- I can live without fast food, even in Europe. Truth be told, I love McDonald's in Europe but you would never, ever see me eat McDonald's in the states. Well since the closets McDonald's is 40 minutes away, I've only had it about 3 times since we've been here and I am totally ok with that.
- I can survive without shopping; kinda. Believe it or not, I've only bought 3 new piece of clothes since we've been in Poland. 2 shirts and a tank top for a total of $34! That's amazing for me.
- I can survive without a dryer. I never thought it would be possible but it totally is.
- There is nothing a club can say or do that doesn't surprise me. It has been a circus here at times but we've fought through it!
- I can get by with only knowing 3 words in Polish; hello, good-bye and thank-you.
- Every older person wants to touch your child. They want to pinch their checks, hug them, kiss them and show them some love. After 4 months I am finally ok with that, I will wash him in the shower before he goes to bed.
- It's ok to let Jayden away from my side when we are at the gym or in the city center. Everyone knows he is Adam's son and watches out for him.
- And last but not least Poland has taught me that I have one heck of a solid routine. Why? Because people wonder where I am or where Jayden is at certain times of the day. For example, 11 AM on a Tuesday, a lady came up to me and was so confused why Jayden wasn't with me. I told her that it was a special day since we missed school on Friday that I let him go on Tuesday instead!
As of today, we have no idea when we will be flying home. Hopefully we should know something on Monday.
1 comments:
Awwwww, that was a nice re-cap of your time there. First things First...get yourself a new camera for crying outloud.
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