America does feel like home to me. I don't remember feeling this the last time I went to Russia, 3 years ago. But today, after landing in New York and seeing familiar faces, all kinds of faces, black, brown, white. Seeing people smile and laugh and joke and take small misfortunes with humor—man, it got me giddy. How I missed this. I love Russian people, but there is so much gloom and restraint in everything, especially appearances. In 3 weeks in Moscow I've seen only 4 men with beards and only one woman with blue hair, and not a single person openly gay. No piercings. No tattoos. (Though it's winter, and tattoos could've been hidden.) When all seats were taken in the airport waiting room, not one person sat on the floor.
Anyway. Landed in New York. Taking off for Atlanta. Heh Seattle tomorrow.