Revision

In some ways I feel like I’ve just gotten to Moscow. In other ways, I feel like I’ve been here forever. It’s weird. And maybe a lack of sleep — we’ve had no downtime whatsoever. We’ve had such an amazing variety of experiences — some good, some not so good. Maybe that’s just life? I’m sad my journey will soon be over. Mom often says, “we may not pass this way again.” It’s so very true in life, but it’s also hard sometimes to live in the moment like you want to — not look ahead to joyful reunions with people you missed back home or look back and think about how you could have seen and done more. Just be. Be in that time and place and forget (almost) everything else.

I miss home. I’ve been homesick everyday for my precious ones. It’s been hard here. Hard without them. I feel I will have come away with a lot as a person, but Andy and Annabelle are my everything. The experience is not the same. Perhaps means less in some ways without them there to share it with me.

At the Matryoshka Museum.