I finally separated from Richard and started living my own life) I go to the store, buy groceries, and even try to eat healthy. By the way, I've often heard the opinion from Russian students that when you go to a store for the first time in America, you don't know what to buy at first. I don't know, I don't know, I went in and bought the same things I would have bought in Russia - pasta, sausages, potatoes, and so on) What is there not to understand about what to buy? And this is considering that I live with my parents in Moscow and the issue of food doesn't concern me at all. Strange, strange, I still haven't understood what causes difficulties for our students)

And I've also often heard that the food here is not the same as in Russia. So much so that many can't eat when they first arrive. I don't know, I don't know, I haven't encountered that yet) Well, firstly, I'm just not picky about food at all, and secondly, not enough time has passed to draw final conclusions.. But for now, I can express a weirdness regarding milk - it's even more synthetic here than back home. I generally hate natural milk and only drink "chemical" milk by Russian standards. But after the milk here, I can safely call Russian chemical milk the most natural milk ever)))

I feel strange on the street because I'm a pedestrian. I think there are more cyclists here than pedestrians. You rarely, rarely meet people on the streets. Everyone is in cars. And I also acutely feel the need for my own transport; I need to finally master a bike.

By the way, before leaving, Richard told me that I look so Russian, it's obvious that I'm not a local) Honestly, I didn't expect to hear that) I'm not walking around in Russian folk costumes here) He tells me that I dress like a Russian and that my haircut is like a Russian's) He said that's exactly how he always imagined Russians)) Hahaha, funny) I don't even know whether to be happy or upset about it)

Recently I went to look for a 2nd job. I walked around, peeked into various cafes, and filled out applications. But everywhere it's kind of dull. This place isn't a resort, and workers aren't needed for the summer at all. Some employers say "goodbye" immediately if they find out I came to apply for the summer. Ugh, such a pity, I really need to find a second job... It's highly desirable, because 30 hours at my first job is not enough for me; it's enough to pay for housing and living expenses, but no travel. I actually lost the desire to go on any big trip, somehow I don't have the desire, but I'm unlikely to save up for a small one with that many hours either.

That's how I live) Getting settled little by little, becoming Americanized)