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This is going to be interesting...

>> Friday, February 20, 2009 – 

My first commissary trip without my husband. No one to watch Mikey so I can go alone, no one to help me up the stairs to our apartment with the groceries or watch Mikey while I do so. Unfortunately the only time we can go is after 5pm... (the only time I can get a ride there as I don't drive) so he'll be getting cranky too as he goes to bed at 7pm.

Normally I just walk to the German supermarket down the road, but the weather is horrible and we NEED milk etc.

I can tell this is going to be very interesting. Wish me luck.

Oh and also, I'm reading The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. Pulitzer Prize winner (last year I think?) I am enjoying it immensely.

>>  Posted by satakieli at 3:04 PM |   |  send email  | 

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.

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