sometimes the same.

sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.

sometimes what originally isn't even on the list or is desired, turns out to be the most right.

sometimes (always) i love romanian people.

sometimes i can't tell the difference between a roma (gypsy) and a romanian beggar. but apparently there is one.

sometimes gypsy boys steal food off my plate. literally, reach a hand in and grab. cool, i know. glad he got his vegetables for the day from a slice of tomato and a little bit of lettuce.

sometimes days here seem long. and exhausting.

sometimes (always) i love babies. and sometimes (always) i wish i could take them home with me to america from the hospital, because i don't understand why in the world they are fără mame. they're the cutest things on the planet. especially when they're only a few months old.

sometimes i don't understand how i can be so tired all the time. then i remember what i do everyday. and how much sleep i get. and the quality of sleep. and then i remember fast.

sometimes (always) i love these kids. even when they are naughty. and pull my hair or hit me. but ideally when they giggle and laugh.

sometimes i think i might throw my back out from all the weird directions i get pulled by different kiddies. up, down, left, right, turn around.

sometimes i think the worker in my room thinks i'm crazy when i'm dancing with the kiddies to the music that's playing. but then she just laughs and hums along, and i feel much better.

sometimes i love that this summer is going to be one of a kind. and other times i question my sanity.

sometimes i realize how much i love being surrounded by little ones all day. being in scrubs with not a care in the world but the health, safety, and happiness of these kids. i could spend my whole life doing this.

sometimes i wish mirrors didn't exist in romania. especially when they appear during or right after we are working at section 2 or the hospital. baaaad news.

sometimes i laugh when i realize that those pictures i pulled from google for my header are literally identical to people/places i've seen here. ha.

sometimes i think i've never sweated so much in my life as i do in the rooms in section 2 or the hospital. no window opening allowed. it's nice and sweltering, especially when intense lifting of kids up and down is involved.

i always love this place. everything about it.

the simplicity.

as well as the opportunity to be getting to know these people of all ages. and serve like no one else could.

i wish everyone in the world could experience romania like i get to.

i think people would live their lives a lot differently if they did.