coming home

After three and a half months it was time to come home. At first I was afraid to go over there, but by the end I found it hard to leave. You make friends, and get into a routine that becomes your life. It’s hard to break away from that again. I remember that the night before I left, I went to visit some friends. They bought me chocolates and we sat over them crying until about midnight, I wasn't sure if I’d see them again. But on the other hand it was nice to know that I was coming home.




Traveling was hardest part. The train ride from Volgograd to Moscow was a little over 20 hours. Luckily most of the journey was overnight, but I didn’t sleep a wink in the stuffy, closet sized cabin. We stayed in the city a couple of days. Our flight out of Moscow was at 1 p.m. their time. They are 8 hours later than us. For example, if its 7 p.m. in the states then it would be 3 am over there. Since my internal clock was still on Russia's time I felt like the walking dead. The first pit stop was Burger King. I hadn't had fast food in months, since it is so much harder to find there. There was one McDonald’s in a city with a population of over 1,000, 000 people. Anyway, when I went to order I started in Russian… gotta love the reverse culture shock.