If you've seen the scene in the second season, I believe, of Buffy, after Xander asks her to go to the school dance with him (and is rejected) he refers to country music as "the music of pain." I'd have to say he's right. Don't get me wrong, I love country - good country, but it really is the music that I find myself listening to when I'm in pain. As for the pain I'm in, sure, the heartbreak of losing everything I ever stood for and nearly everyone I loved, that hurts. Yeah, it hurts a lot, I won't lie or skirt around the issue. It hurts.
But what's really been killing me lately, is that a year ago this moment, I'd be waking up for my second week of school in Petrozavodsk, Russia. I'd do anything to be back in that country. I miss the Moscow nights in the hookah bars where we'd get paninis from Russian men dressed in kimonos and trained to make sushi, with an enormous Paris mural painted on the wall. I even miss the frigid cold (but we are getting our share of it where I live).
Perhaps soon, in my college years, I'll be able to return to this wonderful place. I hope to go many places in my later years... China, India, Egypt, Morocco, Ireland, Norway, Germany, Amsterdam, Kenya, Peru, all over. I hope to learn the languages of these places, their cultures, beliefs, traditions, all of it.
