I am home.
But I don't feel at home.
I miss Russia.
reality has begun to sink in.
I miss my team.
sleeping in isn't as cool as I thought it would be.
freezing fingers almost sound good.
I miss hat hair and big fur collars.
soggy socks and wet pants are no longer daily routine.
.
I like home.
but I like Russia too.
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