november- independence day of Latvia and even purchased a hat with Latvian ornaments. I have rejoiced whenever I see some description on products in Latvian language (which happens wery rarely, because here there aren't many import good from Latvia, and those who are, are pretty expensive, like Stenders soap and Baltais yoghurt), I have enjoyed time at the Baltic Sea in Gdansk, because it is so similar to dear Liepaja beach, I have been happy about chance to make skalndrauši (yummy Latvian snack from rye flour) in 18. But here, being the only Latvian between Poles, Turks, Romanians and other nationalities I have noticed and began to appreciate the charasteristics of our small nation. Being away from homeland, I have felt more of a Latvian then ever. I have never been much of a patriot, and even if I wouldn't say or think anything bad about Latvia, I didn't think of my nationality as a part of my identity. So I want to share 4 things that I have understood during this semester.ġ. There were different times, but I made it. And so I found myself here, sometimes thrilled and sometimes desperate, sometimes excited to meet all unknown and sometimes just missing home. But I reminded myself over and over again that, firstly, I have prayed about this decision and I believe that God has led everything so that I can be here now and, secondly, that somewhere deep inside my heart some little voice told me that, even though this will be a challenge, I would regret, if I wouldn't accept it. How could I even think of going on Erasmus?!"Įspecially in first weeks these thoughts were my constant companions. With large dose of anxiety and even thoughts like: " What am I doing here anyway?! I'm not that kind of person, who could easily feel good in unfamiliar environment. With certain amount of excitement about living abroad for the first time. ![]() Kur tu, mazais pirmklasnieciņš, juties nu tik ļoti, ļoti liels.įive months ago with a huge suitcase which I couldn't lift up and with dizzy head after 25 sleepless hours of travel I found myself here. Kur, protams, bija līdzi visa ģimene un ne tikai, kur mamma bija joprojām drošā- ne vairāk kā 3 metru- attālumā, kur bija tā drusku biedējošā, bet satraukuma pilnā sajūta vēderā. Atceroties pirmo pirmo septembri, kur varēju lepoties, ka stāvu pie rokas vienam no izskatīgākajiem divpadsmitās klases puišiem :D, kur puikas slēpās aiz puķēm, kur gar acīm ņirbēja baltās blūzītes un melnās bikses/ svārciņi (Lūdzu, sakiet, ka bērni joprojām šādi ģērbjas uz pirmo skolas dienu!? Es nepārdzīvotu, ja uzzinātu, ka balto blūzīšu dreskods ir aizstāts ar labāko keponu un t-kreklu ar minjoniem vai Frozen princesēm.). Tā kā Liepājas Universitāte ir bijusi tik žēlīga un pirmās lekcijas ielikusi tikai nākamajā nedēļā, tad man, pēdējā kursa studentei, pirmā septembra rīts paiet dzerot kafiju un aplūkojot vecos fotoalbumus. To, ka ir pirmā skolas diena sapratu, ejot no rīta uz veikalu pēc piena un ieraugot sapucētus skolēniņus ar gladiolām skrienot pilsētas centra virzienā.
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