One soul, two worlds
From the snowy Russia to the scorching sun in the United States, I have crossed half the globe and moved my life to a completely different world. The United States is my current residence, but Russia has always been the warm word in my heart, the place called "home".
I still remember the winter in Russia, the wind was like a knife on my face, and it was freezing cold, but the borscht made by my mother was always hot and warm to the heart. In the United States, the sun shines on my face through the palm trees, and I can wear a light coat to go out for coffee in winter. I began to learn to enjoy the freedom, diversity and ease here, and I also began to miss the rigor, tranquility and familiar Slavic taste of my hometown.
The language has changed, the habits have changed, and time seems to flow faster. But some things have never changed: every time I hear a Russian broadcast, I stop; every time I see pickles in the supermarket, I think of the smell of my home kitchen; every time a festival comes, I will still find that set of traditional Russian costumes and silently celebrate "my own festival" in my heart.
Living in the United States has made me more open and stronger. The pace here is fast, there are many choices, and the challenges never stop. But it is precisely because I am in a foreign country that I understand more about what belonging is. It is not a point on the map, but a place where countless fragmented memories are piled up. It is a sound, taste and feeling that you will never forget no matter how far you go.
🇷🇺 Russia taught me what roots are, 🇺🇸 America taught me how to fly wings.
I believe that everyone who is in a foreign country has two worlds hidden in his heart. One is the place where you are struggling in reality, and the other is the "origin" that you think of when you dream at night.
No matter how far we go, please don't forget the direction of home.
