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Words I Never Thought I’d Say….

by Diana Lockhart

Words I Never Thought I’d Say…

I live in Europe. 

My husband and I both grew up in modest, comfortable, loving homes in West Virginia, but neither of our families traveled much. Though we’ve relocated a few times…two different cities in WV, to New York, to Georgia, and back to New York, I never dreamed I would even visit Europe!

I know how to use public transportation.

Let’s face it–bus and train systems in the United States are good only around the biggest cities. And we always had a second car. I have those handy apps on my phone for planning and paying–what could be easier–certainly not parking!

I put salt in my dishwasher.

I’m still not sure why, or how often I’m supposed to do it, but I believe it has something to do with softening the water.

I cleaned my oven, with my own hands. And I defrosted my freezer.

In this age of technology, of smart phones and drones, and–OH WAIT–self cleaning ovens and frost free refrigerators–why here must I spray chemicals in my oven and scrub? Why must I listen to that raspy sound of the frozen pizza box brushing against the glacier in my freezer? Those conveniences must have gone the way of filtered water through the door, ice makers, and four slot toasters…

I can see France from my terrace.  

That still makes laugh with joy and disbelief!

I enjoy apartment living.

I can clean my apartment in about 10 minutes (20 if I do the floors)! I do not miss pulling weeds, mowing the grass, trimming shrubs, painting, patching, repairing.

I’m lonely.

Oh, I have friends–a couple GOOD friends here–but during the day, without a job, without my kids, I have a bit of idle time on my hands while Mr. Wonderful works his bootie off.

I feel guilty.  

Never mind…

I can’t wait to visit the Schueberfouer!

The 677th annual fair begins soon, and I can recite all the historic detail, including the stars of the show, St. Bartholomew and John the Blind, Count of Luxembourg, the sheep (who are the opening day headline), and, of course, the huge fried fish.

And finally,

Luxembourg has been my home for more than a year.

Our family home is in New York, the house our kids grew up in, a place big enough for us to all squeeze in for celebrations and visiting. But if home is where your heart is, and my heart is with my dear husband, and my husband works in Luxembourg, then yep…Luxembourg is my home, and be it ever so humble, there’s no place like it!

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Tim Owens 30th August 2017 - 3:59 pm

Greetings from Hatfield-McCoy Feud Country, Mrs. lockhard.
It was very interesting catching up on a mere few decades of goings-on with you and Mark and your family. I’ve noticed that those nice people whom you are living amongst now, especially the French, have a different word for **everything** so, I wish you the best of luck with learning la lingo! 🙂 Please give Mark my very best and I will catch up with him soon on Facebook. I see that he is still in contact with Stan Howell…Dear Lord, have he and I learned nothing in all these years?! 🙂
Tim Owens

Anita Hauser 22nd September 2017 - 5:40 pm

As always, I so enjoy your thoughts. Wish I were there for some of those lonely hours when Mr. Wonderful is at work. Maybe you should drop Paul a line and tell him how much you need us to visit. ?


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