Ukraine

I tried really hard to write something nice and sentimental, but at the moment, my nice feelings are leaving. Not towards Ukraine though. I love Ukraine. I do however want to be home for Christmas, but mostly just on Monday, when I am supposed to get home.

Sometimes things don't go as planned. That is something that I have learned while here in Ukraine, and you just have to go with it. Take things as they come, and just let the hard times roll right past you... Okay. That was a really pathetic way to say what I was thinking. I have decided that I hate English, because I can't speak it (or write it) anymore. It is a struggle. Okay. Moving on. Well, when you notice something is up like a flight home being unconfirmed odds are it needs to be addressed. And when it is ignored, sometimes you have to push harder because let me tell you how stressful it is when you notice it is still a problem a week before you are supposed to leave. Ukraine has taught me that in so many ways. Remember the little demon child girl that made me cry? And how I refused to teach her? Go ahead and judge me. You try teaching her, and tell me how you feel afterward. Imagine how miserable the last two weeks of school would have been if I had just dealt with it? It would have been awful. Sure I would have grinned and born beared born it again with the hating English thing. Whatever. I don't care. #sorrynotsorry but I would have been miserable in the process. Where am I going with this... OH! I remember. Here is where the whole flight craziness fits back in. 

imagine this:

I wake up just kidding... I have to be at the airport so early that there will probably be no sleep involved way too early in the morning to be picked up. We pack all of my belongings in a van. Me and the other teachers make it to the airport and do the whole flying thing insert routine procedures here (checkin, security, customs, blah blah blah), and make it to our gate where we sit and patiently wait for our first flight to Munich, Germany. Who are we kidding? Us waiting patiently. That will never happen. More like us pacing around waiting and waiting until we can FINALLY board our plane! We leave right on schedule, and make it to Munich in perfect time. Once in Munich, I venture off on my own to my gate all by my lonesome. I wait patiently again with the whole patience thing for my flight to North Carolina. Then it comes time to board. I then sleep through the whole flight I wish and wake up as we are landing in North Carolina. :) I finally make it to AMERICA! And then... My connecting flight does not exist. Because it was canceled. And I noticed it a month before, but wasn't persistent enough to get it fixed. So there I am. In America. In North Carolina. Stranded. So close, yet SO far. 

Had I not checked, and realized that my final flight was still unconfirmed I would most likely end up stranded in NC. This is where the whole persistence thing comes in. Had I not checked again, and made sure to push the issue, I would not have been able to fly all the way home. I would have flown to NC and been really upset. 

Now don't get me wrong, being stranded in the Charlotte, NC airport sounds wonderful. NOT! However, I really want to go home. All the way home. So here we are, waiting ever so patiently to have my flight fixed. 2 days before I am supposed to fly home... 

Southern Belle in Europe

Don't worry, I will think about writing a happier post better post about Ukraine and my last week here when I am not in the middle of packing, and trying not to cry because I am going to miss my kids so much. Oh, and once I get my flight figured out, because that will make life so much happier better.

Here is a picture of all well almost all of my kids. I sure am going to miss them.

I WILL be home for Christmas, even if I have to fly the plane myself.