Tuesday, July 1

Is this really my life?

Also written July 1st in my journal and back dated here.

A driver picked me up from my 2 bedroom apartment in Moscow. As we sat for an hour in traffic I looked around at a mostly non-descript city. The roads are crowded with dusty trucks who cough out black clouds each time they move. I see skyscrapers and concrete apartment blocks, old and new. There's Ikea, Auchon, I could be anywhere in the world. If that's the case why am I in Moscow? I have a job that I love, students to actually teach, but can't I have this elsewhere?

1 comment:

Mickey said...

Yes you can. But you're saying this having already spent a year there. Maybe you've just reached critical mass on your Moscow experience.