Alarm clock goes on at 6:20. I wake up. Open the curtains. At my feet lays a sleeping city, still dark, but full of lights and life.
It’s early, but who cares – I’m going to have a breakfast with Patti Anklam and the view is beautiful – 42 floor and windows starting at my feet…
I take shower and think of things strange and different, and I’m happy.
I’m turning 30.
I think how different it is from what I could think ten years ago. Being far away, the city at my feet and a day with imaginary friends.
I think of those I love – wake up SMS and kusjes – celebrations to go in two more countries – my aunt who called in the middle of the night – more of us have to get used to time zone differences – was funny talking to my mom when it was already 7th in Moscow and 6th over here…
And it doesn’t feel different (surprise!) or becoming older and wiser – just a good reason to feel happy when another day starts.
As I get ready and type this the city changes from black to blue to pink to burning orange in the windows across. It’s time to go…
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