Around the World...and then some

A true Muscovite

I was walking down the street and talking to my friend Evan, not entirely watching where I was going, when I suddenly collided with a woman coming from the other direction. But instead of stepping aside, excusing herself and walking around me, she continued to plow through, letting the cart she was dragging behind her roll directly over my feet. As I regained my balance and checked to make sure I still had my toes, I could only think one thing: it's time to get out of this place.

As I hurry through the metro on a daily basis, my arms bump into others', people push me out of their way, and I push them out of mine. I no longer expect an apology or even recognition when it's another's fault, and I no longer give one when it's mine. I sigh loudly and scoot around slow walkers, and I get annoyed when there's a hold-up because someone has to consult a sign to figure out which way to go. Let's face it - I've become a true Muscovite.

Which brings me back to the first point of it being time to get out of here. I'm worried I'm going to go home and forget to say excuse me, or slam a door in someone's face without realizing it. I'm ready to see smiles again, and people who reach out to others, or at least just utter the words "I'm sorry". I think I've given Moscow a fair chance, and I truly have enjoyed it at times, but when it comes down to it, I'm really just ready to go home.

posted by Becky @ 8:46 AM