29.8.07

So it begins...

With less than seven hours before I embark on a new journey, I sit in my room. Bags packed, language brushed up on, carry-on stocked with books and other amusements for the 18 hours of travel ahead of me.

In the next four months I'll be a студента (student) at St. Petersburg State University, or simply known as СПБГУ (short for Санкт-Петербург государственной университете) in Russian. I'll wade through three language classes, a 19th century literature class, and a politics and current events class five days a week, ninety minutes a day.

All in Russian.

I'll live in an apartment dreamt up by the most inane Soviet planners, dodge cars and lorries down Nevsky Prospekt, visit Moscow, Novgorod, Tallinn, and who-knows-where else, observe all 165 million Russians wait with bated breath to see what Putin will do come time for elections (both parliamentary and presidential), enjoy temperatures ranging from a balmy 70 degrees to a bitterly cold -20 (with wind-chill), drink copious amounts of vodka/beer/homebrew forced into my hands, and of course, meet 40-odd people just like me who for some reason, believe that a trip to one of the most enigmatic and vexing countries in the world would be an absolutely perfect idea.

Am I ready? Perhaps. Physically I am. Mentally, perhaps. Either way, I'm going to be on a plane in 7 hours.


Before a trip, I always think that I have forgotten to bring something with me. Something that is just passed over during the frenzied packing, like a toothbrush or an extra pair of socks. I hate that feeling. I also hate it even more when I realize that the thing I have forgotten to bring along with me doesn't really fit into a suitcase or backpack.

It's the idea of what could have been.


Until Russia,

Alex

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