My new life in Paris started in June 2011. In someone else’s studio apartment in the 16th. Surrounded by her things, I felt like I was simply visiting for a few months before packing up my three suitcases and flying back to Los Angeles. It was pre-furnished like a nice college dorm room with IKEA…
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Standing in my own way
I cannot run away from the difficulties I face in life. As hard as I try, I cannot run the infinite distance it would take to do so, for there is no true end in sight. Nor do I dare to ignorantly think that a change of pace will make the difference. If I stopped…
Paris. In May.
I cannot recall the moment the plane landed on US soil. Nor can I remember the experience of disembarking with crystal clear clarity; however, I do remember the feeling that came over me. I remember the feeling of wanting to kiss the ground when I realized that I would never have to live in Russia…