Reluctant Nomad

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

All of the native English speakers know each other here. And, somehow, they know me (or have heard about me or work with my husband). A woman generously invited me to her house next week to meet with a group of Mormon women. She just happened to be visiting her daughter in my german-speaking Ward and heard that I was American. She also knows the lady whose children babysat my children last week. And we're meeting at a woman's house who hosted the International School opening social that I missed.

This week I attended a book club with a colleague of my husband and a lady he had previously offended at work and other folks whose spouses are being quoted in books about the Bush Administration. I feel like my mishaps and quirks are no longer between me and the trees that surrounded my house in Virginia. They're between me and my acquaintances, and the people at my son's school, and the people at church, and the people who my husband works for.

My drapes are now pulled. On all 30 windows in my house.

Labels: The Move

posted by Reluctant Nomad at 11:52 AM -

4 Comments:

At 19/9/07 4:08 PM, loudaisy said…

I would pull my drapes shut very tightly. Wow, I really can't imagine your husband offending a lady at work (hee hee). It must seem really bizarre sometimes. Think about you guys every day. Miss ya
At 20/9/07 6:25 AM, just jen said…

i wonder what your husband does...your life sounds strangely like mine...does he work for the state department like my husband?

i blog stalked you from segullah...i am the girl whose mission companion was not allowed to wear lipstick...anyway, you are fun to read about.
At 20/9/07 8:13 AM, Maralise said…

just jen--Yes he works for State. Are you overseas right now? Blog Stalk away! I do it all the time...
At 20/9/07 6:28 PM, just jen said…

no, we are in CA right now, we are bidding for the first time right now and it is very overwhelming!!
email me and i will send you an invite to my blog...
jenni_joy@yahoo.com