I am twenty-five years one week and two days old. I am a walking cliche, so here goes the list: Dear Alena, Any bad day can be fixed by a Seinfeld episode. You have to drink lots of water even…
What a year. It started with a trip to Russia, and the days were filled with snow, blue sky, and white sun (the kind of sun you see and know it’s truly cold), had the cosiest evenings, dinners full of…
Half of the summer has already passed and I have one question: when did it happen? And one more: what was I doing? I am just starting to get a taste of it. I am finally waking up early. Well,…