A Global Backyard
I grew up in Prague, in the seventies and eighties. Life sometimes felt like trudging through molasses.
The store had milk and butter on Mondays, the butcher might have a decent cut of meat on Wednesdays.
We picked up Dad’s beer on Thursdays, but not after 2 pm. We knew exactly how much things would cost because there was only one kind of every product and the prices never changed.
Sometimes, Grandma and I would walk along the main street and she would see a line of people standing outside of a store.
Without saying anything, she would just join in.
“What do you think they have?”, I’d ask her.
“I don’t know. But if there is a line for it, it is something good.”
We were so blissfully unaware of what the world was like on the outside of our little grey, socialist bubble. And we only had each other to talk to.
I think of this as I stand in front of the dairy section in our neighborhood grocery store. There are at least twenty-seven yogurt choices.
This week alone, I interacted with people from six different countries. I scheduled an international trip and read a book translated from French.
The world, so distant in the past, is part of the fabric of my days now.
I feel so much richer for it.
Hana Laurenzo, Mom, Twin Soul, Entrepreneur, Writer. Full of Gratitude. Boldly walking toward my dreams.
