The End (Konyetz)

I arrived back in the United States last night. When I entered JFK Airport in New York, I immediately missed Russia. All around me was the United States and its citizens. I felt like a Russian, wondering why all of these people seemed to be smiling for no reason. The overweight people outnumber the skinny again and all of the surrounding conversations in my native English passed by my ears sounding positively vapid. I wished to just pick up my family and Blair and simply turn around back to Novgorod.

I know that these sensations are heightened by heavy cultural contrast within 24 hours of travel and while suffering little sleep; but there is some truth in how I feel, I'm sure.

Of course, there is still much I need to reflect on from my journey. As handwritten journal entries are transposed into blog entries and new retrospectives are composed, I will post them here. Look for them. I promise they are coming.