San Francisco is undoubtedly my home but let's look back...way back to 1978 - 1992
I was born in Moscow (Москва) on September 24th 1978. I lived the first 13 years of my life in the city that's one of the greatest and most beautiful, the city that is the capital (столица) of the ever majestic Russian Federation (Российская Федерация).
The summer when my childhood ended and teen era started was the same summer I moved to United States. The only life that I knew was immediately a part of my past and another path was ahead, waiting for me to embark upon.
I went back to Moscow in 1998 (6 years post my move) and it was amazing, very different experience from my life in California but a pleasantly unforgettable one.
9 more years went by and I had a son, got a college degree and started a successful career.
It's time to go back home and see it with the eyes of a woman whose heart will always be in that city, a mother who wants her son to love it just as much as her, a friend who misses those who never forgot her and are anxiously waiting to reunite.
I am going back.
We are going for a vacation this winter, me and my son.
to be continued...
I was born in Moscow (Москва) on September 24th 1978. I lived the first 13 years of my life in the city that's one of the greatest and most beautiful, the city that is the capital (столица) of the ever majestic Russian Federation (Российская Федерация).
The summer when my childhood ended and teen era started was the same summer I moved to United States. The only life that I knew was immediately a part of my past and another path was ahead, waiting for me to embark upon.
This photo is the last image of my childhood, a moment truly frozen in time
I went back to Moscow in 1998 (6 years post my move) and it was amazing, very different experience from my life in California but a pleasantly unforgettable one.
9 more years went by and I had a son, got a college degree and started a successful career.
It's time to go back home and see it with the eyes of a woman whose heart will always be in that city, a mother who wants her son to love it just as much as her, a friend who misses those who never forgot her and are anxiously waiting to reunite.
I am going back.
We are going for a vacation this winter, me and my son.
to be continued...
1 comment:
Been to Moscow in March. It was a brief stay (4 days, roughly half of those spent working) so I may be totally wrong about it. I think Moscow as a very fragile animal behind a huge armor. The armor helps repairing it but it's an heavy burden to bring along. I was especially hit when my lithuanian friend took me to a village about 30 miles out of town. It was like taking a trip to the moon. Nothing but big buildings and endless roads. Still kids were playing soccer on the road and we improvised a game. We had fun. Say hello to kids playing soccer on the road for me, when you get there :)
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