I leave for Moscow tomorrow. On a train. The only other time I’ve been on a train in Russia, my ticket was bought and my hand held by my study abroad program directors.
Minor freak out about my debit card not working at the ATM averted when I got home and checked online, to realize that I just had to transfer some funds.
Good thing I have beer.
I used to pride myself on being a light packer. Now I just talk about how I used to pride myself on being a light packer.