My last day in Russia was bittersweet and sentimental — a complete opposite from my first day in Russia. Tanya, Nadya, and I walked around Marsovaya Polya and sat on the grass for a bit before I said my goodbyes. After convincing them that we would see each other again in the future, a friend and I putzed around with a bottle of cheap champagne and watched the bridges rise by Palace Square. My first day in Russia was dark, grey, and absolutely frightening, and I regretted hopping on the plane to St. Petersburg. On my last day, I found myself clinging to the grass, wishing that I didn’t have to go.
My first Russian adventure might be over, but that does not mean that I will never be seeing the onion domes ever again. I will be back soon, and that is a promise.
*A big thanks to all of those who have been reading. I’ve been very honored to have your readership.