Man, I want so much to move to Finland, as well. But then there's my boyfriend...my dearest one, and oh, how I do love him so much...he moved to America, in the first place, from that country called Moldova. And we had been speaking to one another the other day about what our future together is going to be like...and suddenly I said to him rather forcefully I'm afraid, "Iosif! I hate this place. And I'm supposed to be leaving sometime next autumn. What do you think about that?"
"I'm not sure what I think," Iosif replied with a bit of a frown.
But I said, "Iolska, I'm going there with or without you."
He gave me kind of a funny look, and I knew all at once that he didn't really want to emmigrate to somewhere else, when he had already come way-across the entire world to get here in Asheville with his family, where we both reside now. That thought scared the absolute hell out of me...
So, "Iosif, please," I said to him, holding both his hands in my own. "Let's go there. To Finlandia. Where we can both be free, religiously free even, and maybe no one will throw trash at us on the schoolbus or on the streets!"
He looked as though he was thinking it over very deeply. He closed his eyes. Then he patted me on the shoulder and was all like, "I'll see what happens. When I'm eighteen."
Ya'll, he's turning eighteen on the 22nd of this month, already...then will come all the major changes between us, I guess. I'm absolutley terrified. I wish more than anything that I could just go to Finland with my Iosif and stay there forever more! All we both have ever wanted is life. And love.
All his family is here, though. If he leaves with me, he'll be leaving about six brothers and sisters, parents, and even his elderly grandfather who probably won't be living much longer, anyway. I'll be leaving my own grandmother and grandfather, on opposite sides of the family. And my brothers. And parents---even after all they've done wrong to my siblings and I. Even after that.
I'm just so, so afraid. More than I can ever explain to anyone...it nearly makes me literally sick to my stomach, just to think about it all! I mean, what if Iosif and I can never go somewhere where we can live so much
nicer than this, with such seemingly better people, and get married as we plan, and raise a family of our own?
