My summer in America is coming to an end. In just a couple of days, I'm heading off on a trip across the vast states) I can't even believe I'm leaving so soon. It feels like just recently I arrived, was getting settled, afraid to speak English, looking for housing, running late for work... At first, time dragged on terribly slowly, and I thought this summer would never end. But the closer it got to the end of summer, the faster time flew by.

My route is already set: Niagara Falls(?); Boston, MA; Washington, DC; Miami, FL; Key West, FL; New York, NY. Niagara is still a question mark, I'm not sure if I'll go. But the rest of my route is confirmed. I've already found travel companions for Boston and Washington, so it won't be as boring) Also, in Washington, I plan to meet an acquaintance of mine who has a very interesting life story. She was born in Russia, in St. Petersburg, but was raised in an orphanage until she was 6. Then she was adopted by an American family. Now she lives near Washington and is trying to remember the Russian language. After Washington, I'll fly to Miami, where I also have an acquaintance) This guy is American, studied political relations in college, has been to Russia, loves Russia very much, and wants to build super friendly relations between America and Russia) In short, he's also a very interesting person) I met both him and the girl from Washington on a language learning site when I was trying to improve my English) I'm going to Key West to relax - to lie on the beach all day and do nothing, pure bliss) and then, for the finale, I'll swing by New York, spend my last full day in America there, and the next day I'll fly back home...

Transport tickets are already booked, and I'll be staying via Couchsurfing. Although I haven't made arrangements with anyone yet, I need to get moving, otherwise I'll be left without a place to stay. Honestly, I don't really want to go anywhere, I want to spend the remaining 2 weeks in New York, walking around, enjoying the city... Despite the fact that I lived near it, I still haven't walked around enough, there's so much more I want to see...

By the way, it's not really common to travel in America) Often, when I tell Americans about my upcoming plans, I hear something like, 'Oh, I haven't left Long Island in my whole life.' And I'm not even talking about the fact that I came here all alone from another country - they just don't get it here))

Although I've changed a bit here myself. I've become Americanized)) I don't know about all the states, but here people don't worry at all about how they look. Many even go to the store in pajamas and it's considered normal) And now I've fallen into the same routine. Back in Moscow, I used to get all dolled up before leaving the house... here, I just don't care how I look) It's like being at a summer cottage - you don't care about your appearance) Well, in principle, Long Island can be called a village, just without the livestock))

I'm packing my suitcases. I'll be on my way soon. I feel like I'm going to miss these places. Every time I go to work, I look at the landscapes around me... and I realize how close these places have become to me. I'm sure I'll miss all these streets, shops, trees, roads... Again, deep down, there's that same fear that enveloped me at the beginning of the trip, I think it's the fear of the unknown. It's not clear at all where I'll be living during the trip, and where fate will take me... But this time it's not a paralyzing feeling, just a light shade that only spurs me on to adventures)

So, off I go)