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Cultured up at the louvre

I’m done with exams and I’m happy to say I did splendidly. Now, the plan was to immediately head to the airport and go to Kazakhstan. I’ve instead decided to stay here, and I’m kind of regretting my decision, not really, but I am, but I’m not. My best friends here and I haven’t seen him in two years. The time we’ve been spending together has been absolutely great and I love it and can’t ask for more. But ever since last year and all the connections I made in almaty I’ve just been dying to go back and see Aza, Lena, Ali bek, sveta, and marina. Chill, drink , have a few blunts, go skiing , banya , take a hike. I feel like I’m missing out on so much because of him coming and I feel guilty for thinking that way . But at the same time I’d do it over again and stay. But at the same time I feel like I’ve lost so much time staying in Abu Dhabi all those years of summers and winters that now I HAVE to catch up with what I missed and could’ve had that I feel guilty towards myself for staying . It’s weird man.

Ussr vs Canada World Series 45'

First rain of the winter

Stress is a choice , So is peace ✌🏻️

Since i'm back on tumblr which as always i expect isn't going to last long before i go on a hiatus again. I feel like i must put this story onto my blog. I have recently found out i have a sister. A twenty eight year old sister. I’ve apparently known her my entire life, first time being when i was very small and moved to kazakhstan for a few months because we couldn't afford staying in the Uae. She was in my grandmothers house and staying with them. My mom always said she was my grandfather's brothers daughter, and he died and thats why shes staying with my grandmother. second time i saw her when i went to moscow when i was around 16 years old. I called her aunt, and that annoyed her, i thought it was because she wasn't old and i called her sistronka, sistra is sister in russian and sistronka is a cute way of saying it. the third time was when she visited us a few months ago. We went to a cafe on yas island and sat there and it became 2am and the deep talks started to flow. I have to admit i always had a suspicion she wasnt what my mom told me she was. I asked her what is she to me, she said that she thought i was old enough and she told me she was my sister. I didn't believe her and said nah quit playing, she said i'm your sister, i'm like look i call you sistronka and i love you but seriously now, then she's like roman listen, i came out the same vagina that you did. at that point i was like my mom = your mom she's like yeahhhhhhhh i'm like oh shit. Not going to lie it was a shocker but holy moly that made me so happy. Ive always felt this pure love towards her and a connection and it suddenly made so much sense. I came home and confronted mom, she was angry at me and her and that she told me but i was angry at her too. The next day we had a sit down and everything was explained and it made perfect sense. Anyways, i legit cant stop smiling and cant make the cheeky grin i get to go away everytime i say i have a sister.  

One more week and I’m done with exams ; one more week and I'm headed home.