Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts

04 January 2014

blsh

hi from frantzerland.
it feels a bit like this over here


It's been a terrible year, but also an unprecedented great year.
2014, that is.
the day after Christmas, we got an email saying we had to move out of our place.
the reason? we are still unclear. we have heard from various people that our host was just disappointed in us. I am not surprised that this day has come, honestly. Our host is a single mom who is very established in doing things her way, and there's nothing wrong with that. John and I did everything we could to comply with her way. We left rooms as if we had never been there, we cooked meals for them, leaving out plates and forks waiting for her to get home on a late night, we cleaned her house when she was too tired or unable to clean it, we took her son to his soccer game, checked the mail, did the grocery shopping, we did what we were asked. But we kept doing something wrong. That something I will never know. I could easily know if I just asked, but I can't bring myself to have a conversation with her after she said negative things about us. We already see the effects. One of the boys John played soccer with was in the house today and when John said hello, he wouldn't speak to him. How do I bring myself to rationalize with her, to talk to her, to mend whatever damage has been made?
Is it necessary at this point, or is it just best to part ways as soon as possible?
People say forgive and have patience and move on. 
We are trying to do that from this bedroom in her house until we find a place. 
It's so hard to move on from in here.
When John and I aren't spending hours researching apartments and spaces, calling 50 numbers, figuring out how to get EU citizenship so we can qualify under the majority of all French landlord's insurances, we are watching movies, chipping nail polish, checking all social media, and eating baguette.

Should we stay or should we go? That is the question.

Option: Leaving
We could go back to America where we are comfortable and happy. We also have family that wouldn't kick us out no matter how many times we didn't dry the dishes immediately after washing all of them. We would, however, have to start at ground zero, look for jobs, and live with family for a while until we get on our feet. We wouldn't live out what we came here to do, we wouldn't see it through, we would have to go home early, with less money than we started and elementary French. We would abandon all the HARD, nitty gritty, grueling work we've done to get legal in France, to have France give us a chance. 

Option: Staying
We must be a little homeless for a while, living out of our car. We have to learn godly patience. We will live off milk and cereal and peanut butter shipped all the way from home. We will run between every "for rent" sign and listings board in the pouring rain and then watch every oscar-nominated movie of 2013, and get a head start on those for 2014.

We have been pondering and praying about what we should do, and although our heart strings are pulling for all things USA, we know we should stay here and stick it out. We know there is something more to do and accomplish once we get past this unfortunate hurdle. John is good about working hard and not getting stuck on the emotions that come with situations like this. I am not so good at that, but with his example and deep meditation and trying to follow the golden rule, and also asking what would Jesus do even though I don't want to turn the other cheek, I believe thinking positive thoughts, putting up safe and polite boundaries, and working as a team with my husband could be the ticket!

It's not easy, but we'll be better for it in the end.

2013, on the other hand, was amazing.
We visited 5 countries (france, switzerland, denmark, sweden, germany) in 3 months, ate and cooked delicious Swiss, Savoie food (gratin, raclette, tartiflette), made some friends, walked hundreds of miles through villages and cobble stone streets, and everything else French and Swiss.

We are hopeful for 2014. We can get through this and be the better for it.

When my friend got engaged, her boyfriend at the time asked if she was willing to work with him for the rest of her life. I've always thought that was an interesting way to propose, but now I realize he had more wisdom than I had when I was engaged. Marriage is work. A lot of filthy, hard work. But nothing is more bonding than struggling and solving together. 

+ I got a job as a live-out nanny for a dutch family in Switzerland. It was a miracle that I was even considered for the job. When I applied, there were already 200+ hits on the job. But with the encouragement of our friend, Violeta, I applied and I got it.

+ Our Christmas package from my parents came today. All the comforts of home at a time when we are filling a bit homeless. 

— Only one thing stood between us and our dream apartment, which was the fact that we weren't EU citizens. We got a lot standing up against us, but we believe in miracles and we're in the business of fishing for miracles, creating miracles, hoping for miracles.

remedies: shoulder to lean on and a bowl of cereal


06 November 2013

Staying Connected

We finally have cell phones. It took about a month to get them up and running. We were able to make calls as of Sunday, but our data plan wasn't working for some reason. After hours of forum-reading and forum-joining, John figured out how to get them working. We had to create APN's for data and MMS. I'm posting this to help anyone else who is having trouble staying connected with their Virgin mobile plan. This is the key to solving (y)our (phone) problems.

Problem solved. Now we have it all: phones, instagram, a car, insurance, 3 plants named Elmo, Enzy, and Lil' E, coconut oil, discount transport cards, and an upcoming anniversary.

I am getting excited for the next months. This past month was one of the hardest this year. Adapting to a new place has never been so hard until now. The language barrier, the French way of doing things, the changing weather, oh and still being a newly wed has brought its ups and downs. So much that I'm tired of them and am ready to master them. I don't want the roller coaster emotions to get the best of me anymore. This new perspective, or even desire of a new perspective, is commencing right around our 6 month anniversary. Six months seemed so far away back in May but it is already here and tumbling forward with momentum. I hope the next six months will be packed with positive energy, consistent selflessness, smiles, kisses, action and co-companionship from me. Because, let's face it, John, despite his ups and downs, never stops trying, always smiles and wants to do the right thing for both of us.

There really is no point to my blog other than me finding some weird satisfaction and accomplishment in publishing a post. But I want to give it some sort of theme, even purpose. I'm not about to review any products, become a mommy blogger, or refer to my husband as Mr. Murrugarra, I just want to keep it real. In reality, I complain a lot. It may not seem like it disguised in my small "velvety" voice as people have called it, but it is true! I complain a whole lot every day. So I am going to complain less, see the positive, be more hopeful, put a smile on, actually be some sort of ray of sunshine as my blog is titled and has been titled for 4 years. But in an effort to keep it real, I'll still say something "neutral" (read: negative). We all deserve some reality.

Two positives, 1 Real.

+ My husband can't rest until a mystery is solved or a problem fixed. The phones weren't working so he found time to fix them, even if it took hours. I married a hard worker, never giver upper.

+ I made a friend in class today who asked me if the cliches about America were true (we sue anyone and everyone, everything is cheaper, Abercrombie & Fitch is "cool"). I was sad to admit the true ones, but hey, I'm only 1/2 American. (Thanks, Mum!)

~ The bus driver didn't let me on the bus today. He was rude and kicked me out. I still don't understand why—I had my pass and money out ready to give to him. As he drove away, two bystanders saw what happened and ran into the middle of the road in an attempt to stop the bus driver, sadly to no avail. But they fought for me, or tried at least. I hope I do that for a stranger in need when I have the chance.

15 October 2013

Pride

Swallowing your pride is like waxing your own bikini line, aka torture. For those who have never experienced that, I will summarize. 

The bikini line is the perimeter of a woman's bikini bottom where she would like to remove unwanted hair. To wax it, you smear warm sticky wax on the skin, apply a cloth, rub, count to three and rip. As you can imagine, these netherparts are ultra tender and hard to reach on your own.
Now swallowing your pride is somewhat the same process. You're upset at your husband for something silly and minuscule but you can't get over it. Queue smearing the hot unforgiving wax on your skin. You know you have to let it go or talk about it to get it off your mind so you begin to rub the cloth over the wax, preparing to purge the negativity. You've talked about it, you have nothing more to say but you still want some affirmation or at least groveling. But you can only stand there waiting in silence for so long. You've said what you needed to say and now it's time to move on. Time to rip it off. You count to three, completely dreading what is going to happen next. Not wanting to feel the discomfort of letting go, not getting exactly what you thought you deserved, the annoyance of forcing yourself to forget. 1, 2, 3......RIP. 


and then, the endorphins. And now you feel a lot less hairy inside and out.

*us at the Louvre