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I remember first starting to write for this blog. It was about a year ago.
I was working for the newspaper in Russia, waiting for my USA visa. Was busy with Master's degree course which I never really enjoyed, but forced myself to finish.
The main reason I got involved in it was a chance to go America again. There were other reasons, too, but that was the first on the list. I was not eager to work on my thesis about media business in particular local newspaper market I decided to analyze. I saw no benefits in work itself.
When I don't enjoy something I have hard times doing in. Very human trait you might have felt the same... I had trouble writing that thesis at home for so many distractions so I decided I would do it in my office. On a cold winter Saturday instead of hanging out with friends as normal people do or at least watching a movie and relaxing I would take a bus to the downtown, get to the newspaper office.
The security person (usually a college kid and sometimes a woman of 60) would open the door for me.
Office was quiet and dark.
I tried to write a thesis in Russian... and ended up making a blog in English. Scared to forget the language, afraid of being betrayed by my own memory I started this little thing. I was drinking numerous cups of tea and coffee gulping down tremendous amounts of caffeine that gave me thrill. I would write a couple of pages of the thesis and then get back to reading in English. I smoked long menthol cigarettes in a cold smoking room... Alone, in a short sleeve shirt way too light for that room. I never bothered to take a coat with me when I went smoking. Now when I think of it little details arise in my mind too clear.
I got extremely busy after graduation with two jobs and never managed to get back to writing in English till now.
So much have changed. I have changed a country I live in. This time not just for half a year but forever.
I am changing my name because I am getting married and I am changing my religion from Russian Orthodox to Catholic for the same reason. I had given up smoking just to prove the strength of my will.
Not mentioning how much my life views have changed.
Honestly I don't know what has not altered.
My passion for writing and traveling I guess. These two have always been around :)
I was working for the newspaper in Russia, waiting for my USA visa. Was busy with Master's degree course which I never really enjoyed, but forced myself to finish.
The main reason I got involved in it was a chance to go America again. There were other reasons, too, but that was the first on the list. I was not eager to work on my thesis about media business in particular local newspaper market I decided to analyze. I saw no benefits in work itself.
When I don't enjoy something I have hard times doing in. Very human trait you might have felt the same... I had trouble writing that thesis at home for so many distractions so I decided I would do it in my office. On a cold winter Saturday instead of hanging out with friends as normal people do or at least watching a movie and relaxing I would take a bus to the downtown, get to the newspaper office.
The security person (usually a college kid and sometimes a woman of 60) would open the door for me.
Office was quiet and dark.
I tried to write a thesis in Russian... and ended up making a blog in English. Scared to forget the language, afraid of being betrayed by my own memory I started this little thing. I was drinking numerous cups of tea and coffee gulping down tremendous amounts of caffeine that gave me thrill. I would write a couple of pages of the thesis and then get back to reading in English. I smoked long menthol cigarettes in a cold smoking room... Alone, in a short sleeve shirt way too light for that room. I never bothered to take a coat with me when I went smoking. Now when I think of it little details arise in my mind too clear.
I got extremely busy after graduation with two jobs and never managed to get back to writing in English till now.
So much have changed. I have changed a country I live in. This time not just for half a year but forever.
I am changing my name because I am getting married and I am changing my religion from Russian Orthodox to Catholic for the same reason. I had given up smoking just to prove the strength of my will.
Not mentioning how much my life views have changed.
Honestly I don't know what has not altered.
My passion for writing and traveling I guess. These two have always been around :)