In response to my previous post (and premature publication mishap), and my recent return from Ukraine, my cousin brought me a gift.
“Don’t laugh,” she said.
I’m pretty sure it was one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever received. You will hear no more complaining out of me about a land with no concept of peach juice. Not while I know I can get peach nectar!
Note: I wrote these on two different days. While trying to edit them down in to one post that I wasn’t sure I would ever actually publish, I pressed the button that I thought was “save draft”. It was not. I tried to frantically delete the post before anyone saw. No such luck.
I got enough feedback that I’ve decided to leave my less-than-perfect entries as they are (for posterity, or something). If nothing else they remind me that I’m an imperfect, scatter-brained, accident-prone girl, who obviously doesn’t know “publish” from “save draft”.
I have to laugh at myself a little. I considered these entries too raw and unpolished to be made public. But they do, however, show the progression of my mood honestly, albeit bluntly.