Rosie is THRILLED.
First we met a nice family down the street. They have a 10 year old daughter who is just like Rosie: A little quiet, likes to draw and read, loves Minecraft and Littlest Petshop.
Rosie has played with her for hours, every chance they get. I am so happy for her to have finally found a friend her age that likes similar things!
Her mom is very nice too. She’s a public school art teacher. Her husband is a photographer. Art and photography? Two of my favorite things!
Yesterday we met our neighbors, the ones from Africa. They have two daughters who are 9 and 7, and also a boy who is almost 3. Pretty close to my kids who are (almost) 9, 5, and (almost) 2.
I could tell right away that they looked Ethiopian. Have you ever noticed how beautiful Ethiopian people are? Their skin has a glowing cinnamon tone, very different from other Africans. I only noticed this because I have friends who adopted from there.
At one point, before Ukraine, I really wanted to adopt a child from Ethiopia and I spent a long time reading blogs of families who were adopting from Ethiopia, and reading about the country.
That’s how I roll. Become interested in a topic and research every tiny speck of information about it. ;)
Anyway, that’s why I happen to know a ridiculous amount about Ethiopia.
The girls next door are very sweet. I think they were born in America. The mom has a very heavy accent and she’s shy, but I think she was telling me they came here in 2005. She’s around my age, late 20’s or early 30’s. Finally I worked up the nerve to ask her where they were from originally. I didn’t want to offend her or anything! I asked her if they were Ethiopian.
She lit up with a huge grin. She was very pleased that I knew about Ethiopia. That’s probably an understatement. She asked how I knew and I told her that Ethiopians have especially gorgeous skin, it looks different than other Africans, it glows. She was bashfully laughing.
She told me she has met very few other Ethiopians in our area. She said no one she meets knows where Ethiopia is.
Hi, I do. I didn’t tell her about my random Ethiopia obsession. That might make me sound too weird right away. I’ve got to hold back something in order not to scare strangers. Hah. ;)
I did tell her how I’d seen pictures of Ethiopian food when my friends went there on the adoption trip. She got even more excited and asked me if I’d ever tried Ethiopian food. I said no, because there were no Ethiopian restaurants in Kentucky. But, *my hateful digestive system be damned,* I love trying new ethnic foods. So does Tyler.
She asked me if I love spicy food. I do, but it doesn’t always love me. I’ll try anything though! As long as it’s not full of milk, which I tried to explain. I’m not sure how dairy heavy ethiopian food is. I think they have a lot of goats there rather than cows.
One thing I’ve noticed when meeting people from different cultures: Food is very important to them and they love cooking for others! American food is so bland and boring in comparison. It’s not a big part of our culture in the same way it is for other ethnicities.
Her girls have already planned to play with my girls today. My girls woke up this morning talking about it. Rosie has informed me that they know of My Little Pony, which is Rosie’s favorite thing ever at the moment.
I only wish I could pronounce or spell any of their names! Her name is something like Corrind. I’ll figure it out eventually.
I’m having a difficult time dealing with the fact that I bought a house in a suburb. A faceless, boring, suburb. It’s not where I wanted to live, or where I ever pictured myself living.
But I knew we had to choose this house. It wasn’t really a choice, for many reasons. Stupid still, small voice inside.
So here we are. And my kids are happy. I should be happy too.
I’m not unhappy. I can’t stand to think about farms, or chickens, or anything else along those lines. It hurts. I want to go back to that so badly.
Tyler has assured me that we can move to a farm at some point. Maybe in five years or a little longer, after he’s had raises and moved up in the company, and we can afford something nice. Land is very expensive here.
I don’t know. I’m not allowing myself to look at any real estate, which has always been a hobby in the past. I’m trying to focus on the here and now, which is a lot more difficult for this dreamer than anyone probably realizes.
This afternoon we’re meeting another new friend at a local park. I connected with them through a local homeschool group on Facebook. She has two daughters the same age as me, and a son a little older than Henry. I’m really excited to meet them. She stays home with the kids and her husband is a youth minister.
I think we’ve officially met more new people here in a week than we did ever living in Kentucky.