Keeping these two out of each other’s space is a full time job.

I have only one thing to say: The end is near, my friends, very near.

In not-so-exciting news, our pack out is scheduled for Monday. Ugh. Which means the teeny-tiny apartment is filled to the brim with stuff. Double ugh. I try to remember that it will be really nice to have all the new stuff I’ve bought when we get it in Nassau – in 3 months or so. It’s like waiting for Christmas.

Also, Peema is back with our family, after spending the summer with my parents. She’s settling in nicely, particularly since Laika is still at “summer camp” (aka – two weeks of intensive training in WV). I think my parents had a hard time letting go, though. And we’d forgotten how much we enjoy P’s gentle meowing at 2am to see if we happen to be awake and willing to pet her. Eight years and she still hasn’t figured out that the answer is always NO.

First, the fun stuff. I know you’re going to say that these things were not essential to get done before we pack out, and you’re right. But any knitter or quilter knows that putting away a half-finished project is a sure sign that said project will never get finished. Especially if it is doomed to sit in a box, in a crate, in a warehouse somewhere for the next 5 months. Both the socks and the quilts are completed. However, I don’ t have a photo of the quilts because they are already packed away in a box somewhere. I’m sure they’ll make an appearance on the blog later.

Next up were the handbags that I volunteered myself to make for my brother’s May wedding. He and his fiancee are keeping it simple (relatively speaking) and having a very DIY wedding. Luckily, they have my mom – the Martha Stewart of Northern Indiana – doing most of the work for them. But I’m pitching in as much as I can from overseas. These are the wristlet bags for the bridesmaids (myself included), which match the sashes on the dresses that are being made by my mom. There’s also a white bag for the bride, but she has to wait to see that one.

And finally, the pets are officially prepared to go overseas. (Well, besides the international certificate of health we have to get a few days before we leave.) I kind of felt like a counterfeiter putting passport photos into passports, even if it was just for a dog and a cat. And then, as with most things lately (further proving my declining mental health), it became overwhelmingly silly to me. Oh, the things I do for these two.

The trip: Both of our flights went smoothly. Peema was a real trooper and only cried once or twice the entire time, which was amazing! I did have to remove her from her carrier at National Airport in DC and carry her through the metal detector, but she was totally calm and I suffered no scratches. Our flight from JFK to Kyiv gave me my first taste of the people of Ukraine. In fact, just sitting at the gate, being stared at by a few dozen pushy Russian-speakers was almost enough to make me change my mind about this whole thing. But it was just the beginning of my culture shock…

Our apartment: We were met at the airport by one of our sponsors and Shawn’s boss (thank God for some friendly faces) and taken directly to our new apartment. Well, because of protesters and traffic here, “taken directly” meant a 2 hour trip, but it was still better than having to go straight to the Embassy. We are located in a great area, about a 15 minute walk from the center of the city. We’re a little far away from the big grocery stores, but we have plenty of smaller markets nearby and a ton of restaurants. And we’ve learned to use public transportation, which is cheap, convenient, and travels frequently. Our apartment itself is on the top floor of a building full of Embassy employees (again, it’s nice to have friendly faces nearby). We have a brand new kitchen, which is very European – including European-sized appliances – and our ceilings are about 12 feet tall, which makes the space feel huge. We did a little furniture rearranging yesterday. I think we’re having a little trouble with the concept of having real, matching furniture. I’m not sure what I’m ever going to do with a formal dining table that seats 8! And speaking of those European appliances, one of my first big challenges was figuring out how to use them with Russian instruction manuals. It was fun the first (yes, I said first) time soap suds came shooting out of the front of the washing machine. It’s important to be able to laugh at these things, right?

The city: Because Ukranians celebrate Labor Day on May 1st, Shawn had a 5-day weekend this weekend. So we’ve been doing a lot of exploring. Besides the Maidan area (where the Orange Revolution protests were held), we’ve walked around several other nearby neighborhoods. The city is beautiful and we’ve been told that the chestnut trees all over town will soon be blossoming. In fact, just during the time we’ve been here the trees have all started to get green, which adds to the beauty. All of the churches have beautiful gold and blue domes that glisten in the sunlight. The cobblestone streets add to the European feel of the city, but they can be a little dangerous for walking. As I mentioned before, the traffic is pretty crazy here (imagine everyone making up their own driving rules) and people tend to turn sidewalks into both passing lanes and parking lots. So walking around does require a lot of caution. As we explore the city, we’re constantly seeing things that cause us to pause, look at each other and just say, “Really?” It’s definitely been an experience so far.

I’ll share yesterday’s most disturbing experience: We stumbled across a Baskin Robbins ice cream shop in a local mall (yes, there are American things here, but they are few and far between) and decided to treat ourselves. As we were innocently looking for a place to sit and eat our ice cream, we spotted a bench across the food court and headed for it. As we sat down, a woman turned and yelled at us that we couldn’t sit there – she was working. Somewhat startled at being yelled at so fiercely (although we know that’s how the people all talk to each other here), we started to walk away and then I noticed exactly what “work” she was doing. She had a chimpanzee with her, wearing children’s clothing – jeans and a pink hoodie. Her business was to charge people to have their photo taken with the chimp. Shawn and I had already been warned that if we were approached by someone with a monkee or an owl, we should avoid them, which seemed like a good general rule to us, but it was really disturbing to me to see this in action.

Another interesting adventure: About a week after we arrived, we decided it was time to get a television. Luckily, we have a friend here who not only has a car, but also speaks Russian very well. He’s been here since last fall, so he offered to take us to the store where he bought his television. Entering MegaMax, it appeared very much like Best Buy, however our experience was quite different. We browsed at the tvs, without so much as one worker asking if they could help us in any way. We decided on the model we wanted, then our friend went and found someone to help us. We pointed at the tv we wanted, he looked at the product number and headed to the back. He came back out looking confused, talked to another worker, and worker #2 came over to look at the product number and disappeared in the back. Finally, I heard the sound of cardboard scraping across the tile floor, looked up, and worker #2 was pushing the tv box (just the box, no cart involved) toward us. He moved it next to a random counter in the middle of the department and started filling out paperwork. He finally had Shawn sign something, then pointed us toward an unmarked door at the back of the store. Our friend explained that we would now pay for our tv. The three of us shuffled into this tiny room where there were 2 guys sitting behind a computer. Shawn handed them the receipt, they entered what seemed like a lot of stuff into the computer, then told us the price (which wasn’t the price that was marked on the model on the sales floor…) and we paid. Then we shuffled out of the small room and back to the random counter where the sales guy was taking our tv out of the box. Our friend explained that they were now going to show us that the tv actually worked. Although since we’d already paid for it, it was ours whether it worked or not. Luckily, we got one that worked and Shawn signed yet another paper. (I think our first-born child probably belongs to MegaMax….) Having purchased a couple other electronic items here, I think that Ukrainians probably think it is very foolish that we in the US take it for granted that a new item in the box would actually function properly.

Well, this has turned into a very long post and I feel like I have just scratched the surface of our time here. To sum things up: we’re doing well, settling in as much as possible without all of our personal belongings, and trying to get used to the idea of living here. At least once a day I have a moment of shock as I realize this is going to be “life” for the next two years. One thing I know for sure at this point: Ukraine is not the US.

After only one experience with movers (from Providence to Arlington), I’ve learned that if you don’t institute some sort of organization before they arrive, you’re going to end up with boxes of random things packed together. Well, there’s really no way around it, you’re always going to end up with some random things in boxes, but I decided this time I would do my best to control the chaos. And after more than 12 hours of preparation, I think it went rather well. I did see them pack the bulk vitamins I bought at Sam’s Club with my new Singer dress form, but what are you going to do? It’s not going to hurt anything…it will just enhance the excitement of opening all our boxes when they arrive in Kyiv in a few months.

Here are some “before” and “after” photos:

And the “after-after” photos:

That’s right, all that’s left is our rental furniture. They’re coming to get that today and then we’re off to the airport Sheraton to spend our last night in the US. It’s been a crazy week and I’m just ready to get going. Peema, on the other hand, is not looking forward to the trip.