I believe it’s been more than a month since I’ve written on this blog. Bad news.
The Longer you wait to write, the harder it gets.
Ain’t that the truth.
In this past month, I’ve had so many amazing experiences, so many things to be grateful for, so many big decisions to make.
So here’s an extraordinarily brief overview. Followed by a little explanation.
Since October, I have:
- Taught, taught, and taught some more.
- Traveled to Prague and back.
- Spent an amazing day in Dresden, Germany.
- Agonized over my future: Advertising vs. Physical Therapy vs. Law. Just one of many brutal decisions.
- Moved host families.
- Joined a Ukrainian volleyball league.
- Been sick more times than I want to admit.
- Invested in a ‘true’ Ukrainian coat.
- Had plane tickets fall through. TWICE. Frustration…
- Been stuffed to the proverbial bursting point at thanksgiving.
- Attended an Eastern Orthodox mass at the Lavra.
Teaching -
Oh my. Teaching. On the rough days, I wish I could just live in Ukraine without teaching every day- without the craziness, without the boogers, without the crying, without the punching, without the rotten teeth. But here’s the thing. I LOVE IT. And more than I love teaching, I LOVE MY STUDENTS. I love their simplistic outlook on life. I love how willing they are. I love how hard they try to learn (most days, haha). I love their little smiles. I love their crazy little outfits. I love their accents. I love the way they sing. I love them. They really are so so sweet. Ukraine just wouldn’t be the same without them, and I’m thankful for the little part that I get to play in their lives. I’m definitely the lucky one.
Prague and Dresden -
I got the opportunity to spend ten days exploring Prague (Czech Republic) and Dresden (Germany) --- such a wonderful trip! While most of our ILP group did a bus tour covering a few different countries, three girls and I decided that instead of spending 50% of our time cramped on a tour bus, we wanted to fly into one city and just see EVERYTHING at our own pace. We chose Prague, and I loved every minute of it :) While we were there, we toured, we hiked, we sight-saw, we shopped, we ate DELICIOUS food, we danced, we went to a ballet performance, we successfully navigated the metro system, we were constantly awed by the beauty of Prague, and we just enjoyed our wonderful lives. So many times we'd turn to each other and say, "Can you believe that we're here?!!!! Crazy." And that's exactly what it is - crazy. But crazy in the best sense of the word. Ask me five years ago (even two years ago!) and I'd never expect that I'd actually be living in Kiev. And travelling to Prague in my time off. And country-jumping without a second thought. It hits me all the time - I am so so lucky to be where I am.
On this same trip, we also got the chance to catch a train to Dresden, Germany for the day. For those who haven't ever heard - Dresden is GORGEOUS. I fell in love with that city. Without any pre-planning we got off the train and just wandered. And felt like we had been transported back to the era of Mr. Darcy and horse-drawn carriages. If I could live there, I would. In a heartbeat. I don’t really know what else to say (without going on and on for HOURS.) We ate amazing german food, were cheered on by old grandpas as we heel-clicked through a park, rode a train to Hogwarts, were awed by buildings, and took lots of pictures. And that folks, is a recipe for a perfect day :)
Decisions, Decisions, Decisions –
Before I came here, I looked forward to my time in Ukraine as a chance to really stop and consider my life. To take a break from everything I know, everything I love, and really confront my future. I feel like right now is a major crossroad in my life – that when I go home, I’m going home to the rest of my life. Which is probably somewhat exaggerating (or at least overemphasizing) the truth, but that’s how I’ve been feeling lately.
I’ve found that being alone in a foreign country where I know only the most basic phrases causes me to turn inward. I’m used to not understanding, so sometimes I just don’t listen (BAD habit, by the way…), which gives me a LOT of time to myself. I think and think and think about everything (sometimes too much!), and one of the major decisions that I’ve been struggling with lately is just which field I want to go into. I’m an advertising major, and I LOVE IT. But, I’ve always had the plan to go to law school, which I believe I would LOVE (I brought an LSAT prep book with me here, and believe it or not, that stuff is FUN. Really!). And recently, working as a physical therapy assistant has really opened my eyes to the joy that can come from helping people in such a tangible and necessary way. So maybe I should be an advertising professional? Or maybe an advertising major that went to law school? Or maybe an advertising major that went to PT school? What in the world. I could change my decision each and every day. Bahhhh.
Honestly, it’s overwhelming to me at times. I don’t know how it’s all going to work out. I don’t know which path I should take. I don’t want to mess it up, and that’s the perfectionist in me coming out. I want to be happy and confident that I made the right choices (even if they were hard) when I’m old and wrinkly. I want to allow myself as many opportunities as I can NOW so that I am not limited later. But more than anything, this whole dilemma and internal struggle has taught me to have more faith in my Heavenly Father. In my time here, I’ve become more reliant on His goodness and more aware of just how much He has blessed me. There have been times when He was the only person who knew just how sufficatingly lonely I was or just how overwhelmed, and He comforted me. I’ve seen answers to my prayers that just astound me. There have been so many experiences where I’m absolutely certain that He had a hand in my life, and those are experiences that I will treasure. While I may not know what my future holds, He does, and he is willing to help me get there. He wants me to be happy. HE wants me to be happy, how amazing is that?! I can do this.
Host Family –
When I first moved to Ukraine, I moved in with a family named the (well, I decided it may not be the best thing to post their name… anyways…). There were three people in the family – the mom, the dad, and the 9 year old daughter. The mom and the daughter spoke English pretty well (better than I speak Russian, that’s for sure! Haha), but the dad didn’t speak any. At all. We communicated through caveman grunts (Conversation – Dad: “grunt, grunt” *point and food, thumbs up*, Me: “Yeah!” *thumbs up*), it was quite the adventure :) In fact, the only time he ever spoke to me happened after I cooked tacos for the family. They hadn’t ever heard of/ had tacos and after the meal, he pointed to his empty plate and said: “Katie, very very best.” That made my week!
Anyways, back to the family - Because I arrived in Ukraine a week early (thank you, ILP haha), they took me in when I didn’t know anyone else. They went above and beyond their job as a host family by letting me move in early, and I’m so thankful that. (Initially, I thought I’d be living in a hostel in Kyiv all by myself… TERRIFYING…). The mom did try to make me feel at home, but it was a pretty rough situation, for a bunch of reasons I won’t go into. However, I was determined to make the best of it, and viewed it as a “personal growth experience” (As my dad would say). It definitely was one of those experiences that taught me to be thankful for my family and life back at home.
Well, the day after I came home from Prague, my host sister informed me that she and her mom “were leaving.” Ummm, what? But that was all she told me. At first, I thought that she was making the whole story up, but later, my host mom told me that she and her daughter were moving to Crimea. And that I would be living alone with the host dad in the apartment. Now don’t get me wrong, he really is a nice man, but that would be downright awkward. Not to mention the whole language barrier and all. Anyways, I talked to my head teacher about it, and she agreed with me and asked our Ukrainian coordinator to find me a new host family. After some bargaining, the coordinator agreed to move me, and two days later, I moved in with a new host family of sorts – I moved in with a 20 year old Ukrainian girl named Nina and her puppy, Martium. Living with Nina and Martium has been so wonderful – I now sleep on a bed (!!!!), I’ve been introduced to a totally different style of food, I feel so much more relaxed, and I enjoy talking to Nina about life and everything. She’s so much fun and living with her has really opened my eyes to a different view of Ukraine. I feel that between my two host families, I have seen both ends of the spectrum, and I’m thankful for both experiences, truly. Once again, I feel so blessed.
Volleyball Baby! –
If you know me, you know I love volleyball. Too much. But that is beside the point :) This past summer, I organized volleyball games at least once a week, and I got spoiled. Here in Ukraine, I’ve been suffering from withdrawals. Other than walking and walking and walking, I feel like I don’t get the opportunity to exercise. Nobody here runs (it’s considered in bad taste or sloppy to be seen outside in sweatpants, hoodies, or exercise clothes of any kind…), and I don’t really feel inclined to go to a Ukrainian gym. (Also, if you know me, you know I HATE gyms. More than I hate studying in the library…. And THAT’S saying a lot. Just let me play a sport, please!). Anyways, a few weeks ago, I heard about a Ukrainian volleyball league, and I just couldn’t let that pass me by. For 30 grivenas a week, I get to play and do drills twice a week, and it has been so fun! Painful, but fun :) The women all speak Russian or Ukrainian, but somehow, we all get along and have figured out positions (middle front, baby!) and rotations and all that jazz. I guess you just don’t need words - volleyball is a language all of it’s own ;) bahaha
The stay-puffed-marshmallow-man coat… with FUR.
Nina must love me. How do I know that, you may ask? Well, quite simply, because she nags me. Hahahaha, but in all seriousness. She really did. I had survived in Ukraine until I met her with just a light leather jacket and a wool peacoat. Was I cold? Most definitely. But the stubborn Coloradoan in me had decided that I could handle it. Heck, I like the cold! And who wants to spend money on a coat that I may only use for another month or so. So, I was determined to survive the freezing temperatures of Ukraine with LAYERS.
Well, that wasn’t good enough for Nina. From the day she met me, she started telling me that I needed to buy a coat. I would kind of smile and nod, but never consented to actually buy one. But she didn’t give up. She even took me coat shopping one day with her parents! By that point I was tired of freezing all the time, so I was somewhat considering buying one, but when I saw the price tags, I changed my mind. To Nina’s schagrinn (no idea how to spell that one…), I held out and didn’t buy a coat… I’d be fine!
Ha. Well, mother nature was apparently on Nina’s side in this debate, because the next day, it was FREEZING and WINDY and somewhat SNOWY. My layers just weren’t cutting it. I came home from teaching shaking and blue and defeated. I told Nina that I did, in fact, need to buy a coat. She didn’t rub it in or anything, but I could tell from her beaming smile that she knew she had been right all along and that it was only a matter of time until I caved.
Well, I went shopping the next day, and came back with a very Ukrainian coat, and Nina was happy. And secretly, so was I :) You can’t deny that thing is warmmmmmmmmmm
And what do I learn? Nina’s always right ;)
Thanksgiving
Ok. Need I say more?
I love American holidays :)
Mass at the Lavra –
My wonderful host sister/roommate had never been to the Lavra. She was born and raised in Kyiv. I was shocked. And then I decided that that had to change :)
This Sunday, we went to a church service at one of the many churches in the Lavra compound with Nina’s brother and sister-in-law. The church service was unlike anything I have ever experienced before --- very focused on procession, pattern, and ceremony. The service was held in a very byzantine and ornate church filled with icons, frescos, and gold leaf, and it lasted for about an hour and half. The head priest and other priests (I’m not entirely sure what their correct title would be) who lead the service were all dressed in golden robes. The head priest wore a hat which was constantly removed and then replaced. The priests spent most of their time facing away from the congregation, behind a gilded screen, addressing a crucifix and other items of religious significance, and burning incense.
My favorite part of the whole experience was the singing – deep, complex chanting from both the priests in the front and the choir in the back of the church. They really were phenomenal singers. I was surrounded by a chorus at every stage of the ceremony. I wish I could have understood what was being said, but from what I can gather, it was compromised of a lot of prayer and reading from the bible. Such an eye opening experience.
As a completely irreligious and irrelevant side note --- one of the priests in training (once again, not sure of the appropriate title), who carried a candle throughout the congregation looked IDENTICAL to one of my ex-boyfriends. Talk about a double take. Same facial shape, same eyes, same cheek bones, same nose… a little shorter, but it was shocking how similar they looked. It’s so crazy that two people without any apparent genetic link could look so similar. Basically twins. Makes me wonder if there’s another Katie walking around out there… but that’s a story for another time.
Back to the Lavra - The Lavra is the biggest and oldest Eastern Orthodox church complex in Kyiv. And let me tell you, it’s GORGEOUS. Nothing like the churches that I saw as I travelled Europe, but awe-inspiring in its own way. (From an art history standpoint, the difference in the church buildings themselves and the way they are decorated really hints at a deeper difference between these two similar, and yet different faiths in Europe --- these churches reveal a little bit of how differently these two religions view God and is relationship with man. It’s so interesting to see.) Each church on the compound was decorated a little differently (all still very byzantine with icons and gold and frescoes, but each has its own ‘flavor’), and on this Sunday, each church had its own mass and ceremony. I don’t know how someone would choose which church to go to each Sunday! I’m pretty sure if I was a member of the Eastern orthodox church, I would try to go to a different service in a different church every week, but I get the feeling that that just isn’t done.
After the church service, Nina and I decided to just walk around the massive lavra complex. We went in as many churches as we could, and explored the caves underneath the complex where all the previous religious leaders (some from the 11th century!!!!) are buried in little glass coffins. It was obviously very spiritually meaningful for those of the eastern orthodox faith, but as an outsider, I was more interested in the history that is preserved in those countless caves. Kind of mind boggling! Also, (and I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t help myself!) it was really surprising to see how short the many coffins were. I’m just saying that back in the day, people in Kyiv must have been veryyyyyyy short. They’re short now, but back then… whoa. I would look like a regular Godzilla. Anyways…………
I really enjoyed the time I spent in the Lavra with Nina. Even though I felt very out of place (I was the only one in the service and walking around the compound who didn’t constantly cross themselves and bow), it was so interesting to see, and I feel like I understand the Ukrainian people a little better because of this experience.
And in 21 days, I will be flying out of Kyiv
for possibly the last time in my life.
Oh how time flies.