Romania te iusbec putine…

I have been having one of those weeks where I can’t get Eastern Europe out of my brain…I know I am the only person who has this problem but deal with it.

There was fresh parsley in my soup the other day and I stopped mid conversation as I tasted the familiar taste.

I nearly ran into another car because there was a homeless woman on the side of the road and she was wearing a kerchief and a red dress and I thought for sure she was Romany (gypsy).

I went Christmas caroling the other day and I was reminded of Cristana and her siblings singing on the Metro in Bucharest.

As I hugged and swung one of the kids at church last night I nearly dropped her thinking that the last kid I swung (it takes a lot of spoons) was Aurel. And I suddenly missed him terribly.

Every once in a while, a corner of a building or a distinctive windows will make me long to go for a long walk in Hisatro Park or wander around Lipsicombi. I miss city life. I miss riding buses, reading on the trams and taking the subway and getting some chocolate Flornetti.

And I keep dreaming about babies. Not the having of them but the holding of them and I wake up so disappointed.

And I swear I have no idea what brought this on…we are studying renal and its miserable and I study all the time.

It makes me wonder though if I have it in me to do a 5 year combined residency. I am starting to consider Global health residencies programs for peds or family as an alternative to Peds/PMR.
I am not sure I can take 9 more years here preparing….