On the way back home... I guess
So here we are on a plane again. This time going back to Chicago. I would almost want to say going back home to Chicago, but this is hard to do. After visiting my real home in Moscow for only a week it was/is very sad to leave. The apartment where I was born is actually much smaller than I remember, but it is very difficult to describe how great it was to be back there. All in all, a very busy week of visiting with family and friends... but especially after seeing the friends I've left behind and their circle/group of friends... I never realized how much I've missed it. I can see how people can come here and marry a girl There are so many beautiful people (girls) here... in all respects: mind, body, and spirit.
When I flew in, it was raining... or rather drizzling outside. Everything was grey. A bit disappointed, because I was told things were very dull and ugly there now; when i left everything seemed so lively. When we left the the airport, Onyx apologized about a million times about everything being so dirty... and muddy... and everything else. I was pretty tired, and in any matter i was just really excited about being back home. After being gone for 16 years, it felt strange, but very comforting at the same time. We drove back to the house... this is the same house that I was born in. Onyx bought our apartment from us when we moved to the US, and now his dad lived there. He lived one floor above us. I had the use of my old home (almost entirely to myself, as his dad was in the hospital most of the time) almost he entire week. By the time we were getting closer to home (close to an hour drive) I started recognizing the different buildings and streets.
I will cut out most of what happened in between by saying that I ran around like crazy trying to see all of my family and friends. I loved seeing my cousin and niece... my aunt, grandmother, and all of the friends that live there. Most of the people were worried about me being "taken in" by the authorities… but I managed to stay away from any of the international incidents ;)
We drank a ton of German beer, and Russian vodka. A great combination. Russia is not lacking anything. There are tons of stores, product, electronics, food, and anything/everything else someone can want. Lots of things are expensive... but most of the people can afford to live a pleasant life. I felt so welcomed by everyone, that I honestly have the urge to move back. The prodigal son returns :) I am so glad I haven't forgotten Russian. I am still fluent in conversational... even though with a little accent... and that was great. I ran out of Trojans and had to move to Lifestyles... Jz would be proud ;)
Maybe it is just that I've spoken in Russian a lot over the last few days... but I can't really find the words that can describe how I feel. I had a great time... and I already want to go back.
I will post pictures as soon as I get my gallery set-up
When I flew in, it was raining... or rather drizzling outside. Everything was grey. A bit disappointed, because I was told things were very dull and ugly there now; when i left everything seemed so lively. When we left the the airport, Onyx apologized about a million times about everything being so dirty... and muddy... and everything else. I was pretty tired, and in any matter i was just really excited about being back home. After being gone for 16 years, it felt strange, but very comforting at the same time. We drove back to the house... this is the same house that I was born in. Onyx bought our apartment from us when we moved to the US, and now his dad lived there. He lived one floor above us. I had the use of my old home (almost entirely to myself, as his dad was in the hospital most of the time) almost he entire week. By the time we were getting closer to home (close to an hour drive) I started recognizing the different buildings and streets.
I will cut out most of what happened in between by saying that I ran around like crazy trying to see all of my family and friends. I loved seeing my cousin and niece... my aunt, grandmother, and all of the friends that live there. Most of the people were worried about me being "taken in" by the authorities… but I managed to stay away from any of the international incidents ;)
We drank a ton of German beer, and Russian vodka. A great combination. Russia is not lacking anything. There are tons of stores, product, electronics, food, and anything/everything else someone can want. Lots of things are expensive... but most of the people can afford to live a pleasant life. I felt so welcomed by everyone, that I honestly have the urge to move back. The prodigal son returns :) I am so glad I haven't forgotten Russian. I am still fluent in conversational... even though with a little accent... and that was great. I ran out of Trojans and had to move to Lifestyles... Jz would be proud ;)
Maybe it is just that I've spoken in Russian a lot over the last few days... but I can't really find the words that can describe how I feel. I had a great time... and I already want to go back.
I will post pictures as soon as I get my gallery set-up
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