The Grants' Bulgaria Blog.

We all of a sudden discovered that today (Dec 8th) marks 6 months since we left Tas.

I’m reflecting on our 3 month reviews and finding it amusing that we proudly called it our ‘first quarter’ because we hadn’t realised at that stage that we’d only be here for 10 months.

So what has changed in the past 3 months? Are the big topics of the last milestone (culture shock/homesickness, language, teaching) still important to us, or have we found new things to dwell on? Do we regret being here yet? Are we keen to get home?

Culture Shock

I just asked Stu if he’s still feeling culture shock or homesickness. He said yes without hesitation, which surprised me. The other day I realised that I no longer pined for home and decided that I must be ‘over all that.’ But then, I have been on holidays and as a result have spent a lot of time being in contact with friends back home. I guess those things are always going to be sort of hanging over us because we’ll never really feel like we belong here and it’s not so much a pining for our home culture but more a general feeling of having no idea what’s going on outside.

I’m not scared about the next 4 months, because I know they’ll be quite similar to our first 4 months and it’s comforting to know that we survived those fine. Saying this makes me think about a television series we’ve been watching lately called FlashForward. The basic premise is that the entire world blacks out for 2 minutes and catches a glimpse of what will happen to them in 6 months time. For a lot of people in the show, knowing what the future brings gives them hope and/or determination. Hope because they have a future worth living for, and determination to change their path if they didn’t like what they saw. I guess what I’m experiencing here isn’t really the same, but now that all the uncertainty about living here has faded away it’s easier to look at our remaining time here and feel calm.

Language

I won’t dwell too much on this topic here, since Stu wrote about our Turkish lessons in the last post. It feels good to be at a stage where we have a 27% chance of understanding what someone is saying to us, and a 62% chance of being understood. (Those statistics are completely arbitrary and were just numbers I thought looked good) Occasionally I catch myself starting to translate into Turkish (in my head) what I’ve just said/written, and today I was talking today to a friend at home and she said something and my first response was a Turkish word. Fortunately it was over chat so I had time to remember the English equivalent before responding.

Years ago Stu and I had this friend* who went to another country for a few months to learn a new language. When he came back he would constantly slip in a word or phrase of this language into conversation. We (being the circle of friends) got completely frustrated by this behaviour and were adamant that he was showing off his new found knowledge just to show how smart he was now. I’m sad to say that our friendship with this person was never the same again. Stu and I have been thinking about this incident and cringing at how ignorant, selfish and immature we were. How could we know just how much it confuses your brain to learn a new language? We have been worrying that we will alienate our friends back home with our new language because of this past experience.

[*I've not gone into any details here to protect this person's identity and I ask that people familiar with this story also respect this when they comment ]

Teaching

Not much to say on this because we’ve only just started again this week after a 6 week break. We’ve definitely settled into some kind of rhythm and Aydin appreciates that we have our roles and stick to them. Stu does maths and I do English. It’s good. Kathryn was given the advice by everyone but Aydin’s actual teacher to get him to redo kindergarten. We didn’t have a strong opinion on this either way, but it will be good to know that by doing so will ensure that Aydin will have a better chance of retaining the core basics in both maths and reading. We’re hoping the teacher is ok with the hold back.

Regrets?

We still don’t regret being here. Well, that’s not entirely true. The recent uranium fuss has changed our contentedness here a lot. We have the promoter meds for chelation, but we don’t start on them til we’ve built up our zinc for 2 weeks, but without even opening the bottle we could smell that it’s not going to be a pleasurable experience. Stu explained earlier that it’s because of the uranium that he’s felt culture shock strongly in the last few weeks – it’s easier to resent living here when you can’t even drink the water! We have gone so far as to say to ourselves that if we’d known about the uranium situation then we wouldn’t have come. I guess it is all part of God’s big plan and there is a part of me that feels kind of proud that we’re here doing this and aren’t sitting at home because we were putting ourselves first. It would be nice to know for sure how much we should be worrying about our health and whether drinking bottled water, avoiding root veggies (no potatoes, carrots, parsnip or mushrooms in winter? Come on!) and taking the chelation meds is enough.

Home?

Ever since we confirmed our return dates, we’ve felt like we’re ‘about’ to go home. I’m sure in 4 months time I’ll reflect back on this post and think ‘oh, but it did feel like just the very next day we were leaving.’ Stu is very keen to get home to his new job and I’m very keen to get home because we’ll be temporarily living with Sam and Dani (brother and fiancee) and I just can’t wait to live with Dani. Neither of us grew up with sisters so this time together before they get married is going to be very special.

And here are the official dates:

• April 1: Our last day of term
• April 4: We catch a bus to Istanbul and the metro to the airport to catch our flights which leave at 9:30pm.
• April 5: We catch a flight to Australia. Because things aren’t simple with us, we’re booked onto a flight which will take us to Sydney but we’d rather go to Melbourne so we’re on a waiting list for that. Who knows if we’ll get onto it or not.
• April 6 very early am: We arrive in Sydney or Melbourne. If it’s Sydney then we’ll be booked onto an arvo flight giving us enough time to grab our first decent Australian coffee in the city. If Melbourne, we’ll be organising to have breakfast with my brother Will and the Arnotts and then contemplating spending the night in Bendigo so we can meet our nephew. (Oakleys: hope that’s ok with you! Completely up to how we’re going)
• April 7: We’ll definitely be back in Tas on this day. Someone shall organise a party for us.

On that happy note, I’m off to watch more tv

It’s getting colder. We’re loving it. Next week will bring an expected high of 2. We’ll be coming home to a Tassie winter and laughing in it’s face!

Families: we successfully posted your Christmas presents today. They’re now in the safe (?) hands of Bulgarski Poshta and Australian Post (allegedly it’s the latter that lets the side down this time of year).

Lots of love

Elly xx

Tags: culture shock, flights, language - Turkish, Nuclear/uranium, School, weather

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