Have you ever been homesick?

As I put my Vyshyvanka on and attend another Ukrainian Festival in Canada, I get both happy and bitter at the same time.

I wish I knew how to unconditionally love Ukraine just like Ukrainian Canadians in second, third and fourth generation do.

I wish I knew how to dance Ukrainian national dances.

I wish I knew how to make pierogies from scratch (In my defense – I cook awesome cabbage rolls and borzh soup).

I wish I knew how to paint Pysanky Easter eggs with hot wax.

Vyshyvanka - Ukrainian National shirt

A Ukrainian song about motherhood got me emotional as my mom is in Ukraine and I am one ocean away from her.

I wish I didn’t know how to pay for university exam in Ukraine.

I wish I didn’t know how to bring my new boss expensive cognac just for hiring me.

I wish I didn’t know how to agree with my boss on something being “white” while entire team thinks that it is “black”.

My parents

I wish I didn’t know how to sneak money into doctor’s pocket just so they truly diagnose me.

I wish I didn’t know how to stay in a long line to get a paper in order to apply for another paper in order to then apply for another paper to apply somewhere.

I wish I didn’t know all the stories about corruption and bureaucracy that I know…

I wish I didn’t know how to get very small salary which is also under the table (in cash) in my own country.

My grandpa turned 90 this year

I wish I didn’t know how to miss my dad who left for work in Western Europe when I was just a kid (every 3rd family have to have someone working abroad in order to support their family in Ukraine.) By the way, my dad still lives in Italy.

Sure, you can have your own small business. I wish I didn’t know stories about mafia that comes and closes your business though.

I wish I didn’t know how to be depressed because over the last 5 years about 14 000 Ukrainians died protecting Ukraine`s Eastern border from Russian occupation/aggression.

I wish I didn’t know stories of my grandparents about the starvation during Holodomor (the Ukrainian genocide) that took place in Ukraine in 1932-1933 and stories of my disappearing-to-be-killed great grandfather, cruelty of communism regime and cold emotionless autocracy of the USSR.

Holodomor
Click on this image to learn more about the Holodomor

I wish my parents immigrated somewhere so I didn’t get to know how hard it is to be homesick sometimes.

I hope my future kids will be proud Ukrainian Canadians who loves mama`s borzh and cabbage rolls.

They will iron their Vyshyvankas as they are getting ready to go to Ukrainian festival to tell others “Oh, our mom is Ukrainian, she came to Canada in 2012 to look for a better life”…

One Reply to “Have you ever been homesick?”

  1. Amore mio! Mi sono commosso leggendo il tuo post! E sono molto fiero e orgoglioso di te! Che sei lontano dalla tua Madre Ucraina e nonostante tutte le sue cose negative, La ami con tutto il cuore e hai nostalgia di Lei, di tua casa, di tuoi genitori, di tuoi amici che sono rimasti la per affrontare le quotidiane difficoltà!… ..Arriverà il tempo quando arriva la pace, quando noi ucraini non avremo più bisogno di lasciare i propri cari, la nostra casa e andare in altri paesi per guadagnare da vivere, per mantenere le nostre famiglie e far studiare i nostri figli!.. Ed io lo sogno per i nostri futuri nipoti e futuri generazioni, che saranno fieri a orgogliosi di essere ucraini e ameranno la nostra Madre Ucraina come La ami tu! Vai avanti così, continui ad amare il tuo paese di origine e di essere una vera figlia di nostra Madre Ucraina, insegna i tuoi futuri figli di Madrelingua! Un abbraccio forte! Ti amo tantissimo!

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