November came and went, and by early December, I had started to think about what to do for Christmas. Not the 25th December. Christmas in Russia is actually on the 7th January, and they have holidays beginning from New Years Eve (31st December). My work would finish up on the 30th, and I didn't start again until the 10th of January. I decided to head home to Australia for the couple of weeks, and gave myself a night in Moscow on the way. This night happened to be the 30th December.
It was Friday. The morning after I arrived. The previous night, having no shower, or no food or drink in my apartment, I unpacked my bags and tried to place things away. I put up some photo's of family and friends and places on my wardrobe with some blu-tac (which became quite a novelty with my students), and made my sofa bed up. Then I sat down. And thought 'what the hell have I done.' Where was I, what was I doing, why was I here?
So as I mentioned, in around June I had an offer letter and contract signed to teach English in Volgograd, Russia. I knew nothing about this city in its current form. What I did know however was that the city was previously known as Stalingrad. The site of one of the bloodiest battles the world…Read more Post #1. Moving to Russia. November, 2015.