My reasons for moving back to Ukraine are so convoluted that it will take years for me to understand them.  I’m realizing that my entire identity is wrapped around this question. 

Maybe every choice I’ve ever made is connected to all my prior decisions and experiences?  Trying to pull out a reason for a particular decision unravels the whole sweater.

In the spring of 1997, as I was finishing sixth grade, my parents told me and my sister that we would be moving to the United States for a two-year living abroad experience.  It was unbelievable, as unbelievable as someone telling me that I’d be flying up to explore the surface of the moon.  Everything I knew about the US I learned from “Home Alone”, “Coming to America,” “Police Academy,” and “Twins.” 

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