Once More For Old Times Sake

Tonight I sit in an apartment, not far from my old apartment on Prospekt Mira in Nikolaev.

I ate some domashnee vareniki and am staring at a packet of paprika sauce as a baby would his mother's breast. 

I have no air conditioner, no washing machine, not even toilet paper.  I do, however, have wireless internet in the apartment. 

It's interesting to be back to visit.  It's been four years.  Things have changed, some things have not.  Buildings have gone up.  New shops stand where old ones used to be, and some seem to have made it. 

In four years I have changed.  I used to long for this place, for the sense of an adventure every day.  I think that I now yearn for stability and safety and comfort.  Sometimes I think that that makes me old.  Other times I think that that makes me smart.  I do feel though that it will likely be another four years, if not more before I make it back again.

So for tonight and the next few days, I will enjoy this visit, and I felt that a part of this visit was coming here and writing.  Please forgive the intrusion.