This is my 4th international move in 3 years. My stuff is still firmly scattered across three continents. I am still out of breath. I’m kind of hoping that I will be able to catch it. I’m kind of hoping that I am done bouncing around for at least some time. It’s not too much to ask, I don’t think. Just slightly more demanding than the old “dear God, please don’t let a brick fall on my head” request.
From my desk, I can gaze upon one of the ugliest modern monuments that exist in the world today.
From my bedroom, I can look at one of the most beautiful odes to Stalinist architecture, and watch the Moscow River run on and on.