Memories

Memory of my grandiose double-bedded bedroom in the ambassador's residency in Vienna. Ideal for sleepovers with my new fellow bookworm BBF, who read twice as fast as I did. So she had to patiently wait for each page-turn, I seem to remember!

Memory of my grandiose double-bedded bedroom in the ambassador's residency in Vienna. Ideal for sleepovers with my new fellow bookworm BBF, who read twice as fast as I did. So she had to patiently wait for each page-turn, I seem to remember!

After watching Inside Out by Disney Pixar yesterday, which aptly illustrated the emotional turmoil of moving location for a pre-teen girl; it reminded me of my own major move from the U.S. to Europe when I was nine years old, and how quickly I responded in the new class I found myself in.

I instinctively found a foil to distract me from my sadness. I mirrored the connection to best friends Jennifer Timberlake and Elena Soloviev whom I'd abandoned by moving to another continent; by attaching myself to Kristina Apel, who became my new best friend in my new school. In this alien context, where Australian home room teachers asked us to 'name' our diagrams of hedgehogs, and I named mine "Prickly"; where teachers found that funny without explaining Why- I noticed a friendly like-aged girl with a reassuringly Amercian accent; someone whom I simply had to invite to my house to play, speak to on the old cordfull telephone, read fiction together with, do homework together with, and make tunnels for my tortoise with my books with...

And before I knew it, seven years passed and Vienna became a place I called Home.