Nomad's Pub

Family or United Nations

Being back in Slovakia gives pause to wonder a little about some things. Like my family. The question is... what are we, really?

These last four months have seen members of my family--my immediate family--split up between five different countries at least twice. We have been split up in four different countries the entire month of April as well as a portion of February as well as a day or two scattered here and there throughout January, February, and March. We live permanently in three different countries. Or we did, anyways, for four months. But now I'm back in Slovakia, so it's just two different countries at the moment. Just two continents again instead of three. Just the northern hemisphere again instead of southern as well.

Of course... that won't last very long.

I returned to Slovakia a week ago last night.
My next younger sister returned from Hungary Sunday morning from studies there.
Tomorrow, my Dad travels to Romania for an extended business trip.
Friday, my next younger sister and I leave for London.

And so it goes...

With the travelling we have done in our family, we could circle the earth who knows how many times!!

It makes explaining family very...difficult.

Sometimes it makes understanding family difficult, too...When you were raised on an entirely different continent than your youngest siblings... Or they grew up in the city but you grew up on an island... What languages do you communicate in? Spanish? French? German? Dutch? Russian? Slovak? Papiamento? English? Elvish? (yes... we even have had some of that last one thrown in, too, thanks to LOTR fanaticism in the family...)

I don't know...

Our parents look at us and cross their arms and sigh. They have no idea where the people we fall in love with will be from, or what language they might speak...

We just laugh.

After all, you never know what is going on in the United Nations, no?

posted by Lada @ 7:13 AM