When I was in high school my mom told me a story about how when I was little I use to go out and clean the road and sidewalk. Afterward I would come to her and tell her how dirty the road and sidewalk was. She was sure I was going to be a clean freak. Jumping forward to when was in high school and college, she realized that wasn’t going to be the case. My friends who have seen my old apartment or my car can totally vouch for this. It was really bad, my dad told me how it looked like I lived in my car, there were clothes and shoes everywhere. Since I have come to Moldova, I have made an honest attempt to be cleaner. I make my bed almost everyday, and I really keep my room much tidier then it ever was in the U.S. (And I am going to try and continue the trend even after I am through with the Peace Corps. :))
Tonight after dinner my host mom went outside to clean up around the perimeter of the property. I asked if I could help. So while she had the rake, I had a broom and was sweeping behind her as she went. I felt like that little kid my mom said use to clean the road. My host mom and I chatted with the neighbors and they all seemed rather impressed that the “American” was helping.
Saturday we have more cleaning planned. I told my host mom I wanted to help, and if the weather is not too windy, we might be doing some planting. My host family is growing some new vegetables this year, cauliflower, brussel sprouts and sugar beets. The one I am most excited for is the cauliflower!
O zi buna!