Liankacreations

  Дорога ложка к обеду - Russian proverb. A few years ago, before that ugly war, I was proud to be Russian and passionate about the Russian language. I started a Facebook page where I shared Russian proverbs. Well, it didn’t attract much interest, and I was very active and flighty—my interests were always quite broad. So, the page was neglected but not forgotten. I’m not exactly proud of being Russian, but the language is still my native tongue, and I often think in it. Recently, one activity brought an expression to my mind: Дорога ложка к обеду (A spoon is dear when lunch time is near). The simple meaning is that a spoon is valuable when it’s almost time to eat. There’s a story behind this related to recent events.  About a month ago, I came across a job opening online. I wasn’t really looking or thinking about changing my occupation; it just happened. As I read through the job description, hours, and salary, I discussed it with my husband and colleagues, and I became very i...

  October 20, 2013.  I was flying to America towards my unknown future. The unknown future did not frighten me absolutely. On the contrary, it was incredibly intriguing: how will my life turn out, where will I work, with whom will I make friends? I didn’t have questions like “Will I be able to get accustomed?”. The question was: “When?”.  Like many Russian women I’m hardy, determined, and purposeful. The main thing was not to get lost on the way. The trip was long and inconvenient. I wasn’t worried about geography, I just picked the cheapest tickets. I flew from Tomsk to Moscow, then to Los Angeles and then to Boston. I have never in my life traveled abroad. I was very nervous about the long trip. I was not  afraid to fly. But all these security, take your belt and shoes off, cell phone out of pockets, endless lines, navigating in big airports. Leaving Tomsk was easy from that point of view. I will not touch emotions though.  Moscow    At the Moscow ai...

  Another October 20th, another anniversary, another post about the anniversary. I think I will never forget that date. And I will make sure you too, LOL. 11 years ago I crossed the US border. I went through costumes in Los Angeles, California. But it’s a different story *.  Was I afraid? Not really. I thought I knew the English language.  I thought the American lifestyle is similar to the European (meaning good economy, prosperous middle class, stability,1 month vacation, observing religious holidays). I never knew how to pray. We were not taught this in the Soviet Union.  Before my departure from Russia, I prayed the way I could that God/the Universe/Destiny would not interfere with me …at least in the process of getting me ready to move to the US. I didn’t know if Daniel and I would get alone.  I didn’t know what kind of job I was going to have.  I only knew I was adaptable, and had nothing to lose. I also understood that both Daniel and I were taking a ...