Ok first of all I would sincerely like to apologize for not having updated my blog in about a month or so. It’s not that I haven’t done anything cool, I just kind of forgot about my blog. How could you forget about a blog? You can. It’s possible. Russia has become so much like home, and I live like a regular ol’ student that I forgot that I was really on a study abroad capital T Trip. You know what I am saying? Anyway, I present my apology and I hope you accept it.
I have four days left in Mother Russia, and let me tell you… it can only be described as bittersweet. I am so incredibly pumped to go back to the great U.S. of A. and drink endless amounts of coffee in a thermos that I can transport ANYWHERE I choose. I mean, I am going to sweat brown and it’s going to be AWESOME. I am also so jazzed to sing at the top of my lungs (Celine Dion: It’s All Coming Back to Me), high kick, smile at every stranger and ask with overenthusiastic friendliness how their day is going. I am excited to put ICE CUBES in my FRESH water from the TAP. I am excited to go back to The Hill and hug all of my wonderful friends who I miss so dearly. AND I’ll see my sister bear, mom, and pops and have some Berg family banter that’s always hilarious, and my dad and I will watch The Godfather and talk about how great it is. WHAT DID YOU GO TO COLLEGE TO GET STUPID? It’s our favorite line. Yeah, the Bergs are pretty great.
BUT…..but.
I am so incredibly sad to leave Russia. I cannot express how thankful and appreciative I am for my parents allowing me to come here, and my Russian family for not only taking me in, but being THE BEST FAMILY IN THE WORLD. They have truly been my home away from home, and they have so profoundly impacted my life and my experience in Russia. I actually could not have asked for a more generous, humorous, and loving family. It actually brings me to tears writing this because I can’t imagine leaving them. BLURGHH. My host father left on Friday morning to visit his mother in Kirov (it’s FAAAARRRRR away) and he said goodbye to me Thursday evening. He said such kind words and did the usual kiss three times Russian tradition and I was like hold it together hold it together hold it togetherrrrrrr. It helped that he was wearing a red and black striped velvet robe to ease my sadness. I mean, if he had a cigar I would have said he was Hugh Hefner.
But seriously, I love my host family. My host mom is a definite STRONG woman, who is a crazy awesome knitter and cook. She is short but let me tell you, she’s a mighty force. She is so opinionated and head strong, but she always does what is best for the family. She also speaks German, Russian, and quite a bit of English. Baller. My host dad is hilarious, and incredibly hard working. He also really really loves his mom. He calls her every single night at 9 p.m. and would do just about anything in the world for her. It’s adorable. ALSO, we were looking through old family photos, and my host dad was a dead ringer for Robert De Niro when he was young. I mean watch Godfather II and there’s my host dad. It’s eerie how much they looked a like back in the day. And then there’s Natasha. Wicked smart and incredibly literary, she has become a very dear friend of mine here. She is hilaaaahhhrious, and we share a brain wavelength on just about everything. I value all of our conversations and hours spent watching Eddie Izzard. I vow on this day to visit them again, and I will undoubtedly keep in touch. I would actually have a car wash in order to raise money for them to visit me in America. Not a joke.
Well classes are over, and boy let me tell you that I am GLAD. It wasn’t the teachers because they were always great, but taking four hours of the same subject every day for four months can foster a lot of monotony. I definitely feel that I improved a great deal, although my grammar is almost offensively bad. I struggle greatly with grammar and verbs of motion. Did you know that the prefix pro- in Russian has 13 different meanings? YEAH, I KNOW. I can read fairly well and my listening comprehension is about 293659328 times better than it was in September. I remember if my mom asked me anything I would just say what? Excuse me? One more time? Wait, one more time? Oh yeah sure, I can eat now.
I have had such an incredible experience in Russia. I love this country and the people, and if I ever master my mother’s borsch recipe I will die a happy person. I am not sure how I will survive in America without eating Russian soup, but I’ll manage somehow. So really this post is a big THANK YOU. I am so fortunate to have had this opportunity, and I am deeply grateful. I already know I am going to cry like crazy on Wednesday, but I can’t wait to see my friends and family. And get a cup of coffee. 🙂
So for the last time, STEY GOLD BROOKLYN ZOO.