It's christmas in Siberia and no one cares. Or so it seems. Actually, almost every person I know in this city has remembered that today is my Christmas and has sent me Christmas wishes.
I spent this evening having dinner with my father, my two Russian teachers, and my dear Hungarians Istvan and Mark. It's nearly 2010, and in a few days I'm heading out of the -40s to the +20s, to Egypt, where I will see both my favorite Maxes.
I spent all Christmas day giving exams and trying to convince myself to give credit to students who really don't deserve it.
It's been a strange semester, as I might have expected. It's the turn of the decade, I'm 23, feeling kind of almost like a grown up, but not really wanting to feel that way. I'm living in Siberia, liking it, not knowing what's next. I'm getting ready to run back and forth across the continent a few times in the next month--in addition to going to Egypt, I'm also crossing Russia on a train.
So that's the state of the union over here. Merry christmas and a happy new year.
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yo snovim godom.
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