September 18, 2010
Dreams of chickens
I dream of getting my hands dirty, feeling the soil between my fingers, growing my own carrots, marrows, potatoes and beans, keeping chickens and animals and living on and from the land. I dream of a place in the country, It need not be England and could be anywhere. We could buy a small place with land for cash. My wife considers the countryside to be beyond the reach of a McDonald's or metro. She would rather live in a city than the countryside. I am the dreamer, a romantic she is the realist and the accountant. Chalk and cheese. I am impulsive, she is sensible. My star sign is Gemini.
I don't think we will stay here for too long, its too hard mentally, financially and socially to cope with. I think if we had an end date in sight, we would enjoy Russia more and see some more places outside Moscow, however the end date could be three years if we wanted it to be and we don't want it to be. I think two years here will be enough.
It colder now and rains have come, Christmas will soon be here and Moscow shuts down for ten days. Russians don't celebrate our traditional Christmas. I hope it snows soon. I love the stillness of snow, it brings with it a peace and serenity that you cannot find at other times, the whiteness and silence, even in a big city like Moscow.
Labels: City living Moscow style