where i grew up in Moscow until the age of 11, when i was transplanted to the US.
Being there for the first time in 14 years was a strange experience. it had been so long since i left — 14 years to sort of smooth the edges, blur certain corners of the place. i’d dreamt of it, but, by the time i came back, i wasn’t sure which bits were dreams, imagined, which were memories.
This day was, very much, like wandering through a dream. My feelings were a blend of slightly fevered disbelief & nostalgia.
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