There is truth to the idea that people are jealous of what they don't/can't have and perhaps I don't understand the compilation of memories via text because mine are seemingly mundane. I have had dreams of grandeur my whole life, which have been stifled by my own will toward orthodoxy. (Haha, what a pretentious sentence. I'll make fun of myself for that one when I read back through this...)
I have spent my entire life waiting. Waiting for middle to school to finish to go to high school; high school to finish to go to college; college to finish to go to law school. Waiting for the clock to hit 9:00pm at the restaurant where I work, so we can close the doors and pressure the ill-tipping customers to leave (sorry, $2 for a $50 meal sucks). Waiting for a tv show to start, waiting for a bad date to be over, waiting for that paper to write itself at 2 am, waiting for something/anything truly out-of-the-ordinary to happen.
So, I think it was this mindset and also a little recklessness that strove me to make the snap decision to move to Moscow for 3 1/2 months. Perhaps not my most thought out decision, but scholarship money acceptable and 18 credit hours applied directly toward my gpa sounded pretty nice. Russia in the winter is probably not the best climate for an "anything below 70 is freezing" southern girl but I like scarves and mittens.
So after careful thought and analysis, I think it will be important to document my next 4 months as they will soon be my first evidence of a lived life.
Now I'm just waiting for Sunday, when my flight takes off.
Now I'm just waiting for Sunday, when my flight takes off.
