It is strange knowing that in 10 days, we will be transplanted from our provincial existence in South Bend and transported 3,953 miles to urban Petersburg.
We appear well organized and prepped with our Russian visas, packing lists, and newly purchased toiletries.
Our world - cat, dog, business, house, friends, family - will keep on going without us, as if we had died and gone to heaven. And like a dream, we will return in three months time as if we had never been away, walking back into our world as though we had merely gone around the corner for a pack of smokes.
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