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I am in Moscow now, for a week on a short vacation from my life. All by myself, having left baby and husband in each others' care. It is probably my las solitary travel in the foreseeable future and it felt nice and familiar way to travel, though I can't say I travelled a lot, unfortunately, in the last years. With the Witercon 2006 being the highest point. I do need to take that survey you've been linking to...

So far I am very well, enjoying being by myself with my parents and friends and missing my baby much less than I thought I would. Lots and lots of sleep - I never thought one could have such a good sleep on a plane, people! best sleep in months! on the minus side - lots and lots of milk expression...

and finally time and mood to write something here. Moscow is changing, and isn't at the same time. New houses, old prejudices, as always... I find myself getting into the Moscow life quite easily, though there are enough things I am not used to anymore.

I felt very weird yesterday - without any good reason. Does anybody need to know tis? No? I thought so. But Tuesday was wonderful. I met jonesiexxx for a coffee! Turned out we both exist, none of us just a text on a computer screen, none of us a thirteen boy with machete, and we had a great time (at least, speaking for myself ;-))

After that I went to watch Harry Potter. ( Read more... )

Now, about Moscow, or, more accurately, about

( Importance of learning Sumerian )

I haven't written much of what I was planning to write. We've had a major computer overhaul - again (still with Linux). I am still feeling extra-cautious about settling with comfort with my archive and stuff - is it permanent?
Anyway, the last days were busy on the other reason - I've got a job intervieeew - out of the blue, really (I sent my resume there months ago, they called on Monday, invited me for interview yesterday, and promised to give the answer today. It seemed so surreal that I began to hope that I will be hired, but no, I am not, and the life is back to its sensible, self, and I am still unemployed. But, at the very least it dragged me out of the stupor I was in recently. Plus, one more interview - even failed - not bad. How do people get their jobs?

And, finally, the long ago promised the story of my vacation in Moscow:

( Part I )

I am back here. I still live by some other time, and woke up at 6 – which is unnatural for me, but lucky, otherwise I would be woken up by the vigorous digging works in the street an hour later. I am not yet connected to life around here, I look with the horror at my flist thinking “Who are those people, and why are they writing all this?” I put my stuff to its places, sadly noting all things I’ve brought across the globe for no good reason and all things I needed but haven’t brought. I think I need one more coffee.

The visit was wonderful, and I definitely tell you all the fun stuff, and show the pictures – whether you want it or not. But right now I feel floating over reality, not connected to anything other then chocolate candies.

I smuggled some food to Canada. I hope they don’t mind – we are going to eat all the good stuff by ourselves and will not endanger either public health or Canadian economy. Their loss, anyway – the sausages are delicious. The flights were fine. The plane on my way back was half empty – first I cheered, then I remembered that statistics tells that planes that crushed are going half empty, then I figured I could do nothing about it, cheered up again and settled with (relative) comfort on two seats. The plane didn’t crush. I was slightly worried about all questionable stuff I was taking with me (food), but I wisely let my mom pack my bags, so I could honestly say that I had no idea about their content. In reality when I was asked if I have anything to eat with me, I honestly told about chocolate and went away.

And now for your entertainment – two pictures.

( pictures )