Adventures in Culture Shock
It's early May. I'm preparing to move to Moscow, Russia on the 1st of July, and I plan on keeping a daily journal here to document my adventures in the East.
Am I scared? No. I'm too stupid to be scared. I'm as excited as a brain-damaged dog at the prospect of a car ride which may or may not be to the vet's to get neutered or put down... my innate optimism assures me that *this* will be a ride to the park, and there will be many good smells and possibly a frisbee involved. I wiggle my butt in eager anticipation.
More soon.
Am I scared? No. I'm too stupid to be scared. I'm as excited as a brain-damaged dog at the prospect of a car ride which may or may not be to the vet's to get neutered or put down... my innate optimism assures me that *this* will be a ride to the park, and there will be many good smells and possibly a frisbee involved. I wiggle my butt in eager anticipation.
More soon.