Home sick

I'm starting to feel really home sick this week. I miss meeting up with friends and having places to go and normal things to do. I miss being able to make phone calls. It rained this week which never happens here and it made me miss British weather. I miss my whole life and more than ever i am realising how much i gave up to come here and I wonder if I will be able to find it again when I come home...

Washing your feet

A new man came to club last week and he had toe nails which were about 2cm long, yellow and very uncomfortable looking. He was keen to have them cut and as I seem to be the only volunteer who can cope with feet I got the job! While I soaked his feet he told me about his life, my Romanian still isn't that good but I was about to make out that his wife was run over by a train when she was 24 and that they had a child who died aged 3 and one at 7. His only living daughter was married but her husband beat he and she had to run away.
It was a sad story, but he seemed happy with his feet soaking in our pink bowl and he laughed when I asked how long it was since he had his nails cut and then joked about it being 100 years as he couldn't remember.

Oven

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After 4 months we now have a working oven. Wow!! An oven!!! Its now possible to cook Lasagna and shepards pie and pizza, you just can't understand the joy!! Its snowing hard outside and its beautiful and I have an oven!!!

And so it goes on...

Only two months to go and this whole wierd and wonderful experience will be over. I can feel already that I will be really emotional when the time comes to leave. Many things about life here are really hard, the cultural differences, never being sure what kind of hassle you will get when you go out or if you can trust people, the cold, the lack of normal food, the stress of seeing such shocking things at work. But having said that I have never had a job that I love as much as this one and have never felt that what i do in my working day is as important as I do now and it hard to believe you can get so attatched to a group of people in 4 months as I feel to the patients in the hospital.
I found out yesterday that we wont be getting any new volunteers out here till march which means its going to be just me and Jen for the next month. Having worked with it being "just the two of us" (its our song Jenny) for a months already i know that is going to be hard and maybe that will make me think more longingly about going back to normality, at the moment it seems like a very odd and slightly unsettling idea.