I unpacked this week. As much as I had anticipated this moment, I couldn’t figure out how it would actually feel. I so wanted to take our stuff out and put it somewhere nice, and then when I finally did, it was with the Bucharest-feel included. So it was a sweet & sour mix, Romanian flavoured all the way. I found myself remembering the moment we packed, the chaos associated with it, but also the events some of the clothes had been worn at, which of course started to then make me associate any object I’d find with a life event that brought up memories and feelings of what-have-we-done-and-what-for. Unpacking proved to be a trip down Memory Lane, which was good, because I do miss home. I even dreamt I went to the market and found Romanian watermelon.?
Which takes me to our next stop at a Polish supermarket, that also has a fresh groceries market and where you can find a lot of the stuff we found back home, including: Eugenia, edelflower and lemon syrup, Borsec mineral water ?, Bulgarian cheese (the thing with cheese here is that it’s either the Feta or cedar – type cheese, which makes cheese pasta a bit impossible to cook, so I’m now saved!), Teddy juice and Hungarian salami?. Never realized how much I missed seeing stuff that was familiar to the eye and taste buds. This is how, going to a Polish supermarket made me feel like home, again. So my theory of what pulls the heart strings is backed by yet another fact. Once the senses are happy, you get the ‘home’ feeling. Plus, with the very little Polish I remember from university, I felt I was travelling back in time, back to my Uni days and exchange student camps in Cracow! Memories are alive, they just need an opportunity to show themselves.?
And so, with such a roller coaster ride of feelings and memories and senses, there came the rainbow. A real one. The spring storm that followed the Polish supermarket visit seemed to know what I was thinking. So to make me celebrate, it ended and made room for a perfectly arched rainbow. To remind me where I was, why and that rainbows here are the same rainbows I knew as a child. They bring home right at our doorstep, anywhere we may be. Or, rather, at our ‘windowstep’.
Selling Daffodil pins tomorow, to raise money for the Cancer Society research, ahead of my half-marathon for them next Sunday. Never did that before, so fingers crossed for another first – time experience!✌??