I realized just now that my “if I spoke russian i don’t think i’d ever come back” tag could be misinterpreted.
If I spoke better Russian, I don’t think I’d ever come back to America. (She says, joking but also not joking.)
Also: It is Ukraine, not “the Ukraine.” (Right? I’m not sure, but “the” sounds weird.)
That’s right! “The Ukraine” is more accurate for a region, but it’s an independent country now.
Potential memoir titles
Why Are You Parking On The Sidewalk: General Anxiety Disorder, Ukraine, and Me
Sorry You Had To Repeat That Three Times: I Dropped Russian After Two Semesters, And Other Regrets
Everything Hurts But Mostly My Legs: A Travelogue
Don’t Drink The Water, Like, No, Literally Don’t Drink The Water (And Other Good Advice)
I Guess We Live In The Choir Loft Now: Misadventures in Touring Old Churches With Remarkably Steep Steps
It’s Kyiv, Not Kiev, And Ukraine Is An Independent Country: Various Things My Dad Isn’t Sold On
Blini I Have Known
Things I apparently collect now
- Stuffed hedgehogs
- Various editions of Everything Is Illuminated
There’s something weird about ordering an iPad online when you’re temporarily living up the street from a large statue of Lenin.
In other news, I am a capitalist pig.
Unsurprising museums my family has suggested
- The Museum of Literature
- The Museum of Bread
- The Museum of Toys
- The Museum of Outstanding Figures (four writers)
- The Museum of Wax Figures
We ruled out:
- The Museum of Water
Also to be visited, and also unsurprising:
- the Hedgehog in the Fog statue
- the State Puppet Theater
In the last 27 hours I’ve traveled 5,000 miles (Dulles -> Paris, Paris -> Kiev) which took about ten hours of flight time altogether, during which I basically could not move my legs because I got the window seat and am just shy of 5’8”. I think I slept for maybe twenty minutes.
My parents and I are so tired that we can barely form sentences. But we’re here!
someauthorgirl replied to your post: I’m going to Kiev for two weeks tomorrow (no time…
Have fun! Take pictures so I can oooooh at them!
I will take so many photos, you won’t even know what to do with yourself. GET PSYCHED.