I am living in a state of limbo. In a constant state of the unknown; however, it is free of chaos. My departure date from America has yet to be set and I personally do not know what day I will leave Los Angeles to fly to Paris. All I know is that it will…
Tag: Paris
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…