Home is …

We moved into our new apartment Friday. It has been a brief weekend affair, but we are in love.
We began searching for an apartment several months ago because we were starting to feel the squeeze of living in someone else’s house. This was nothing against our host family. They are a very loving older couple, and they love to talk about how we are their children. Anyway, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but … Tim and I are kind of goofy. We like to dance around, listen to some interesting music, and just spend whole weekends laying on the floor playing Scrabble. We like to do laundry on Sundays, experiment with made up recipes (that we just throw away when they go horribly), and we like to make weird noises when we feel like it. These things are just part of us as a family, and these are the things you can’t really do with other people around. We talked about this question this weekend: are we so comfortable together because we fit together and we’re just naturally the same, or does that comfort come from eight years of being together? We couldn’t decide and the answer doesn’t really change the reasons we moved anyway. We just needed a place to be ourselves without any eyes, no matter how nonjudgmental or caring those eyes were.
Anyway, when I changed jobs, the first week I was there I was telling my partner about how we were looking for an apartment. We were flexible, but everyone in Orhei wanted to sell and no one wanted to rent. She immediately said, “I have an apartment if you would like to look at it.” When she got married a few years ago, she moved into her husband’s house and started using her apartment for storage. We were so elated (and grateful) to hear this. We did a few tours and Peace Corps approved the apartment pretty easily so that we got to move in this past weekend.
Now, when I say we have an apartment in Moldova, you are probably picturing a gray, Soviet-block building with laundry hanging off the balconies. You are right. On the outside and even in the hallway, that is exactly where we live. But once you step inside, you’ll find it quite different from your imagination. The furniture and wall hangings are left from our landlord, but we have made some nice changes. Our apartment is open and colorful, and I am hoping to hang up some of my drawings soon. Most of you have probably thrown away your Christmas cards, but they’re great for us because they’re pictures of all the people we love most. It’s lovely in its own quirky way, just like we are! Please, take the tour to see for yourself.
This song has been bouncing around our heads all weekend, and it makes the perfect soundtrack to our slide show.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

P.S. The couch folds down into a bed. We will sleep on that, and you can have our bed when you come to visit us.


Author: Bre

I am in motion and in transition right now. I married Tim Knoll less than a year ago, and we recently applied to The Peace Corps. I work as a freelance journalist.

3 thoughts on “Home is …”

  1. How cool! I’m so happy you’re in and settled so smoothly. It’s good to see pictures! You have more windows than you had in your first apartment in Indy!
    Start your next care package requests!
    I understand why you’d rather be on your own, and I know Tim would like to fart with reckless abandon! Keep posts and pictures coming!

    1. Well that’s not saying much, our first apartment in Indy only had one window, and it didn’t even face outside. I really like all the natural light we get here now. Our bedroom has a rather large window that faces the sun in the morning which definitely helps the waking up process. Also, you know I’ll fart with reckless abandon anywhere.

  2. Wonderful that you have your own place now – and INDOOR plumbing even! AND you don’t even have to ‘squat!’ Ha-ha. You guys are amazing – enjoy!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s