My life and experience in immigration. Блог о моей жизни в иммиграции.
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.
Выложила фотку океана в соцсетях, подписала “Волшебно”. Получила вопрос: “А на что хоть похоже?”. Попытаюсь объяснить.
Представьте себе тетку (ну как тетку, женщину за 40, стройную, приятную, даже симпатичную), которая ни разу в жизни не покидала Сибирь, не ездила в Турцию и на Кипр, и даже не летала на самолете.
И тут ни много ни мало, а целый ОКЕАН! Морские водоросли на берегу, наглые чайки размером с курицу, запах соленой рыбы, волны, ветер, шум прибоя и вода до самого горизонта.
Смотришь и понимаешь, что это неуправляемо человеком – это СТИХИЯ!
Continue reading “Атлантический океан”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.
Continue reading “My life is a steeplechase” Dedicated to friends
Many years ago in Russia, people did not go to see psychologists. Women met in the kitchens and men in garages. It was there among friends they could share their grief, hear words of support, and maybe advice.
Who chooses friends for us? Universe, circumstances, fate?
Maybe it’s all together?
There were three friends (female). They were close in age, married, had two children, lived in the same neighborhood.They walked with the children in the same Playground. And in bad weather days they met in the kitchen. They were similar but had different views on life, hobbies and interests..
Continue reading “Old friends I keep”
I was born on a beautiful May morning. But my favorite time of year is charming Autumn.
It started when I was a child. Unlike other children I waited for September 1 and the beginning of the academic year.
Over the years, my love to Autumn only intensified. I consider it the most beautiful and comfortable time of the year.
8 am. New Bedford.
I walk along the familiar streets, looking at the shop windows (something changes often in Downtown).
Some of the passersby smile at me, Some do not pay attention. One old man looking like a tramp wished good morning.
5:30 in the morning. I am taking a dog for a walk.
There are a few reasons for such an early walk:
2. In the evenings I may be tired for a walk.
3. “The demons don’t like fresh air”, David Sedaris. It’s a good time to make my thoughts clear.
So, 5:30 am – dark, quiet, not warm.
Continue reading “My Cozy Morning”
There is an expression (more like a joke): if you like a girl, grab her and make her happy.
I recently received a message from an acquaintance that made me remember this expression.
The story is:
7 years ago I joined the site to practice English.
