It’s strange how different your life can be in just a few short years.
Two years it was the 4th of July and I was cooking out on the Finsky Bay with my American friends. We were dodging needles and trash on the beach, toasting the US of A with beer and Kvass. We used a brick trowel to flip our ram’s meat burgers and I was on top of the world. I was living my dream, living in St. Petersburg.
Last year on the fourth I was sitting on the beach with my fiancee. Cuddled up, watching the fireworks, feet buried in the sand.
Now it is the fourth, and I am alone. I don’t have anyone to share the day with, and my personal goals have fallen to the wayside as my life has become little more than working and paying bills. How’s that for a wake up call?
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