Oh Beautiful

For spacious skies, for all the processed foooood

I made it back with no hitches! Unless you call being told by two countries that that girl in your passport photo is NOT you, and a really bad bout of turbulence somewhere over the ocean that left me shaking and weeping like a baby, you know, hitches.  (Seriously, there were two people on the whole plane disturbed by this turbulence. It was myself, and a baby.) It’s now my 2 am but I’m pretending like I’m alive, and suddenly decided that I really needed these chips that make you skinny. Only in America. I miss my new Russian friends and am still reflecting on how incredible the whole experience was, but so happy to be home!

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