11th Anniversary

Another October 20th, another anniversary, another post about the anniversary.

I think I will never forget that date. And I will make sure you too, LOL.

11 years ago I crossed the US border. I went through costumes in Los Angeles, California. But it’s a different story*.

Was I afraid? Not really.

I thought I knew the English language.

I thought the American lifestyle is similar to the European (meaning good economy, prosperous middle class, stability,1 month vacation, observing religious holidays).

I never knew how to pray. We were not taught this in the Soviet Union.

Before my departure from Russia, I prayed the way I could that God/the Universe/Destiny would not interfere with me …at least in the process of getting me ready to move to the US.

I didn’t know if Daniel and I would get alone.

I didn’t know what kind of job I was going to have.

I only knew I was adaptable, and had nothing to lose.

I also understood that both Daniel and I were taking a risk or a chance (you choose LOL).

And now, 11 years later, I am so happy and grateful that we did it.

I am happy that Daniel took all the right steps, was patient and trusting, and believed in me.

Without him, I wouldn't be who I am now.

Honestly, I don’t think much of myself. I am a very simple person, but just different.

I guess with my accent I will be different forever.

But.. Daniel likes to surround himself with something “different”.

He is the only reason I live in the US.

He listens to me, shares an opinion, answers the questions, explains things and tolerates. He tolerates me being myself.