I was born in Moscow. I grew up in Moscow. I went to elementary school, junior high, high school, and college in Moscow.

Because of this, I obviously have a ton of memories here. And I think I’m more appreciative of those memories thanks to being away from Moscow for a few years thanks to Covid.

This evening, for example, my mom and I were doing our nightly drive around town (which is something we’ve done for YEARS) and we turned down this one street we’ve always turned down. It hit me how many different memories I associated just with that street. All the different thoughts, obsessions, worries, and phases of my life that I’ve gone through and that I’ve contemplated on car rides past as we’ve driven this street.

It’s actually pretty wild to think of how much I’ve experienced here.

I really miss the past sometimes.