I am incredibly grateful that I made the decision to traverse the shithole that is Russia. For one, I ended up in Mongolia. And while I may have voluntarily traded in sand for concrete, skies for smog, tsuivan for mac&cheese, gers for beds with Ikea sheets, and camels for Ethiopian taxi drivers, this decision is a temporary one, and I will have Gobi earth between my toes before I know it. I say I’m in the States voluntarily because there is always a choice. And then again there’s a million other places I’d rather be, but if you’re never content with where you are, you’ll never be content.