Oh, how fun would it be to meet the younger version of myself who dreamed about immigration, as if it is all rainbows and unicorns. A promise of a better life that piques your curiosity again and again.
Actually, it is better and safer, in many aspects. In a year I'll get a citizenship and will be free to go anywhere I want, which was the ultimate goal.
But whenever I have "adult problems", I just want to scream because of how expensive/uncomfortable/inconvenient/hopeless everything is here. I checked prices for dentistry - they were crazy. Like… how are you supposed to be healthy here? To have kids? To find a good job? To afford a decent home?
Everything was so simple back in Russia that I never really stopped to even think and appreciate it. I don't think I will be back any time soon. 5 years maybe? 10? 15? I have no idea.
No matter what your reasons for leaving the country are, no matter how good your English is, no matter what you were before, no matter how much money you have. Now you become a completely new person, a stranger even for yourself.
And slowly you are losing understanding of the concept "simple life" because it won't ever be simple again. You will forever float between two camps, torn between two cultures, between the cozy and familiar past and the always foggy future, I guess.
Actually, it is better and safer, in many aspects. In a year I'll get a citizenship and will be free to go anywhere I want, which was the ultimate goal.
But whenever I have "adult problems", I just want to scream because of how expensive/uncomfortable/inconvenient/hopeless everything is here. I checked prices for dentistry - they were crazy. Like… how are you supposed to be healthy here? To have kids? To find a good job? To afford a decent home?
Everything was so simple back in Russia that I never really stopped to even think and appreciate it. I don't think I will be back any time soon. 5 years maybe? 10? 15? I have no idea.
No matter what your reasons for leaving the country are, no matter how good your English is, no matter what you were before, no matter how much money you have. Now you become a completely new person, a stranger even for yourself.
And slowly you are losing understanding of the concept "simple life" because it won't ever be simple again. You will forever float between two camps, torn between two cultures, between the cozy and familiar past and the always foggy future, I guess.
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