I am looking into Fulbrights, wondering if that will at all work for me.
Memorial day makes me wish I had some person in my family I could visit that lives nearby me (their grave, that is).
In Russia, the woman I clung to in my first 6 months because she was the only woman I trusted and seemed halfway normal, took me out to picnic and see her buried ancestors. She would talk to me a lot in Russian telling me how important it is to visit these people.
I would like so badly to tell this woman what an impact she made on my life (but I think she still doesn’t like me because I didn’t marry her son).
Oh and I made banana bread from those black bananas that needed to go. “It’s dericious” as my sweet Japanese exchange students would say.