ukraine: a week later

Dear Ukraine,

I thought we were getting along so well. I immediately grew to love your people, public transportation, and food. I told everyone how much I enjoyed it here, even while it rained. I took pictures of everything and exclaimed over the differences from America, noting the things that were better here. The Russian language was like music to my ears and I sought to learn it. You were my second home.

And then you stole my phone.

I feel betrayed and hurt. Now everywhere I look I see potential thieves and plots to ruin my experience here instead of fascinating people, beautiful clothes, and babushki with flowers. How are we going to fix this, Ukraine? You made me cry. And I don't like crying.

So to the Ukrainian who now has my phone, I suggest opening the app entitled "Gospel Library" and learning a little bit about what being a thief actually entails in the eternal scheme of things. I'm going to try to forgive this betrayal of trust and continue to love European chocolate to my heart's content, but I will never forget.

And to my dear Galaxy. I'm so sorry.

rrw

ps. I'm secretly still hoping it's going to turn up somewhere, in which case I will eat this entire post full of words. Don't worry, I've eaten weirder than that lately. And I've loved it.

pps. Maybe this is my punishment for taking too many selfies with my phone. Yeah, that's gotta be it. But I mean, come on! I was just trying to do an American vs. Ukrainian pose while standing under my umbrella, ella, ella...

#imsovain #yeahthissongisaboutme #hashtag

oh hey tuesday

There's a lot I could potentially complain about today, and to be honest my fingers and brain are itching to just unload. But, from experience, I know that that really only creates more problems and makes me feel even worse. My attitude about it today is that you solve the problems that you can and then when it all becomes like a Sudoku puzzle (which I'm not very good at) you set it all down and think, "Hey, at least I'm not stuck in a cage of lions with raw Zebra meat strapped to my body, while having to do Sudoku."

I mean, that would just be really bad.

So today I'll give you a song that I'm kind of liking recently, an old picture of me being Taylor Swift and singing about my sadness and age 20 points if that made any sense to you, and call it quits. I was going to do this whole list of good things about today but that just seems like overkill right now.

 

Oh Tuesdays, why can't we just get along already? At least there's music.

peace and watermelon

ohmygosh that's some good fruit

rrw