Freedom and forced freedom

In the light of recent events, more and more people are facing restrictions on their freedom (freedom of movement mostly).

Presently I’m  experiencing the  freedom from work (staying at home). It started yesterday, and nobody knows how long it will last. But I have a freedom of choices: I can communicate with my husband (before he leaves for work), exercise, read, clean my house, knit, cook, go for a walk with a dog or alone, just don’t go to public places and meet with friends in person.

Can we call it freedom though? There is no correct answer, everyone decides for him(her)self.

“I am not going to worry about things I can’t control”,  I hear that from my husband every now and then. It always calms me down. Right now I only need to accept the situation and enjoy this forced freedom from work.

But what do you think about freedom in general? What is freedom  for you? Are you free?

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Lost in Boston

I was walking around Boston yesterday and I thought it was all Dan’s “fault”. He awakened the frog-traveler in me. And now I periodically need to go somewhere.  My mother used to say, ” the Domovoy (literally “Household Lord”) doesn’t like you.”

I love Boston. I go there most often spontaneously and therefore alone. It’s great when there is no specific reason, when you just get on the bus, arrive somewhere, walk in a crowd of people and pretend to be a tourist, and then return home.

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Sunday of an international family

We started our day by grocery shopping. It had been awhile since we’ve done that together. Our work schedules don’t coincide too often lately.

For breakfast we had Russian blini. Daniel, as usual, had them in American style with Maple syrup. I ate  them with jam, not sore cream though today. LOL

Later on today Daniel baked muffins (I’m pleased with the fact that a husband is a baker in our family), I did the dishes, washed clothes, and worked on my scarf. My mom wouldn’t be happy with me because of this. When I was a kid, there were some bans on Sunday’s activities. She considered knitting, sewing, doing laundry on Sunday a sin. 

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Fitness

Every woman has her own ideas about beauty and appearance. Someone will not leave the house without a manicure. Someone cares more about makeup. And someone pays attention to the combination of clothes.

The vast majority of Russian women try to look 100% in all respects. It’s a kind of lifestyle. There have always been fewer men in Russia than women. And since the goal of most Russian women is to get married, they should always be ready to meet their Prince.

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A New Year is a new beginning or end of magic

….. with Elena Bria

American Christmas is over. People are getting ready for a New Year celebration, aren’t they? I know for sure Russians are.

 The New Year is the most favorite  Russian holiday. To make it festive people save money, buy delicatessen, which they usually cannot afford. Houses get cleaned, clothes get washed, housewives exchanged with the recipes of salads

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My small American wedding

6 wedding anniversary dedicated to

On average, Americans spend a year preparing for a wedding. Daniel and I didn’t have that much time. I came to the United States on a fiancee visa, which means that after three months I must be married or leave the country.  

Since I did not know the traditions and hardly spoke English, the whole burden of preparation fell on Dan’s shoulders. Compounding the situation was the time of year: I arrived at the end of October, in November Americans celebrate Thanksgiving, in December – Christmas. These are two big family holidays. It was necessary to contrive and find a convenient date in between the holidays. The choice fell on December 7, Saturday.

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My life is a steeplechase

Today I drank coffee in the morning and thought of my life. Yesterday once again there was this feeling. I don’t like it; I try not to even think about it. But it comes. It comes with understanding, that I’m a stranger here.

It happens although I try hard to get accustomed. I try to quickly master the American lifestyle, traditions, everyday life, communication, culture. I’m in a hurry to understand everything that Americans learn throughout their lives. I try to learn everything the sooner the better.

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