Gina-Magoo, otherwise known as Almost Dr. Gina-Katrina PhD says, god Dina, you're going to the poorest country in the world and you're going to have 5 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, domestics and a pool? And to this I say, well, Gina, it is a hardship post after all.
My biggest fear is that I will be depressed and miss my mommy. I was terribly depressed after we moved from San Francisco, if I just thought about Filmore Street I felt actually sick. Even though Portland was glorious and the house is lovely and the kids were happy at school and Peter had a fabulous job and there are the best second-hand stores here ever. Now I can't imagine how I can survive without Powells world of books at my fingertips, and the best public library. The Portland public library circulates the most books of any library in the country.
As much as I complain about work, it really turned Portland around for me up to have some: especially PBO and Hanna Andersson. Also, my french class was a life raft. There were many times it was the highlight of my week. Actually, it still is. Who has a coffee-club french class so fun they go for more than three years? Our teacher Steve is both charming and hilarious. Plus my friend Elisabeth is there, of Eastmoreland childhood fame, she gets more laughs out of a raised eyebrow than most people ever get. Friday mornings, around 9 am, Papaccino's, until we put them out of business.
I hope after years of saying I wanted to be an expat, I don't find myself feeling like I am wasting two years of my life in Niamey, Niger, West Africa. That's the emotion I have when I get that depressed feeling. We left San Francisco, I found myself living in Portland, and why? I think I really hurt Peter's feelings last year when we were in Paris and I said, "I feel like I'm wasting my life, by not living right here, in the 4th arrondissement." What a weird concept. And just writing that makes me see how silly it sounds.
But I still will miss my mommy and the used book section at Goodwill--it's huge!-- and my funny friends.