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Thirty-one years ago at the age of twelve, I left the Soviet Union and immigrated to the U.S.

I consider myself an American and there is no place I’d rather live than in the U.S., however, I’m a hybrid.. a cross between a young Russian girl and an American woman.
I hold all the values instilled in me by my family. I have kept all my family traditions, and I have held onto the Russian trend of superstitions. Every silly superstition that I learned growing up, I passed on to my kids.

My first impressions of my new homeland were not very exciting. The language barrier, lack of friends, mean girls at Jr. High, and boring ESL classes made it all that more difficult. Memories of being suppressed in Russia kept the optimist alive, and as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, I learned to celebrate every little milestone. I wished that one day Russia would be a free land that I will be allowed to visit. Then I will be smiling back at my hurdles, and celebrating my accomplishments.


Today is that day. In a few hours I'll board the plane and take off to see my birth land. In a few days I will walk the streets were I was born, I will visit the apartment complex where I used to live, and I will see it all through the eyes of an American woman and reconnect with the little Russian girl inside of me.

I invite you to come with me to Russia. I promise to blog and to share my experiences. I’m as excited as I am scared, I’m happy as I am sad, for I don’t know what feelings and emotions lay ahead.

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