Anything once

Kyle is officially MOVING to Bulgaria later today. This past weekend he got drunk with his friends, packed two suitcases, mailed out some papers and hopped on a plane to come and be married to me.

I know that he must worry about some of the complexities of moving to a foreign country he's barely visited: this crazy language of ours and our never-ending pessimism. But I admire him so much for being so open-minded about it and being so willing to give anyone and anything a chance. Hell, he keeps giving ME chances when I think to myself OK, that was the peak of stupidity. Please, do all of us a favor and disappear from the face of the earth!

When we talked on the phone yesterday, he told me to make sure I've stocked up on лютеница. He also worries that global warming must have gotten all the storks confused, that they would all fly back to Bulgaria pre-maturely and we would have no time to enjoy our мартеници.

He often says that he would try anything once:



Starting today, we'll try to be, among other things, Bulgarian TOGETHER. We'll keep you posted on how it goes.