Errday I’m hustlin’. Nahh, rewind, that’s not my life.
Step 1: Never leave the house without gloves on your feet or wool socks on your hand. Oh wait, it’s the other way around.
Step 2: Go ahead and cross cookies, mandarins, tea, and chocolate off your shopping list; they’ll be at work… everyday. Noooo worries.
Step 3: Know that you will never understand the Estonian language; that’s a good thing considering everyone at work speaks Russian.
Step 4: Learn Russian ASAP.
Step 5: Prepare for small, daily revelations; you too will be amazed.
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days:
You should know I go to bed warm and wake up boiling hot. Yes, that’s right, totally possible in a world where central heating doesn’t exist. However, my windows are double glassed, floors heated, and enough heat radiates from the radiators that I wake up saying, “iced coffee pleaaaaaaaaaase!”
About a month ago I would wake up, look at my watch, and yelp, “WHAT? How is it? How did I? It’s 9am!” Until Estonia, I never needed a morning alarm clock. It was really hard to differentiate morning from night, and grey skies seemed to be a constant variable regardless of the hour.
Now the white skies and the white-ish (now brownish) snow shoot right through my double glassed windows and into my eyeballs. Good morning, snow shine. “I liked you better when you were grey”, I mumble. Up I get, straight to the kitchen to boil water. I look at the sink and realize, yet again, my only four utensils are dirty. That’s when I run straight for my room to turn my “70’s Pop Wake-Up” playlist on; and we’re washing spoons and dancing to “Who’s that ladayyyy? Who’s that lady, sexy lady, beautiful lady…” by The Isley Brothers.
When the deranged and mundane domestic tasks are complete, I get my workout on. Running has been more of a challenge since the snow, but I make up for it by jump roping in the middle of my wooden-floored living room. So much fun for my neighbors to hear in the morning. You’re welcome, guys!
I shower where I pee (of course, you know this), and we’re on our way to The Community Center.
Russian lessons (or русский уроки) for an hour, headache, tea, mandarin, and then the day twists in all sorts of directions thereafter.
Few things are for sure almost every day:
- Supervisor sweetly reprimands me for going outside with wet hair. Tisk tisk.
- I still don’t pick up everything in Russian; therefore, I say the wrong thing during lunch and end up offending someone. Laughter fills the room. Another epic fail during lunch time. It’s still cute right now, but next month it ain’t gonna fly.
- I have a significant conversation that gives me clarity about the community
- I fall in love all over again with The Baltic’s
- I walk away from a conversation with my head buzzing with even more questions
- I engage in many fits of uncontrollable laughter – not by myself, of course.
- I pick up Russian words in a group conversation and ask if I understood them correctly. “Omg, you said the number 4, right?” Just kidding, it’s more than just numbers now 😉
- I have awesome interactions with teenagers about Judaism
- I feel more connected to Judaism
- I feel more responsible to Judaism, Estonia, the Baltic’s, the world.
- I learn a new cuss word from a teenager
- I repeat things in Russian that were promised appropriate, but are not.
- I leave around 6 or 7pm, walking home smiling as the wind freezes my eyeballs.
- I get home, sit on my couch, and think “Jeez, today was important”.
Not every day, but enough: community events, outings, dinners, seeing new things, meeting new people. To be vague.
Things I’m not used to:
- Putting your grocery bag(s) with your groceries…and paying for it/them.
- Being able to walk everywhere
- Walking on snow – how they hell do you do it effectively?
- Reindeer
- 10 ft. icicles
- Busses spraying you with various types of precipitation
- Gloves
- English (what’s that?!)
Celebrating Hanukkah outside in -10,000 degree weather with a latke buffet and fire show.
Everyday life here isn’t drastically different from life in the states, but it is a sheer pleasure to be in such a charmingly, underrated region of the world with beyond special people. Like I say every day, “I can’t complain.” So I won’t.
On that note, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday’s! Let the holiday spirit fill you with at least one song and dance breakout.
Who’s that laday?,
Jenstonia – today is the last day I will ever go out with my hair wet. Ever.