Dear Me,
And i thought that ordering fast food with my mom was stressful! Never in my life have i felt so close to an anxiety attack. When i was booking my tickets to Moscow, little did i know what i was signing myself up for. Steaming in my sweaty coat, sitting across from a man eating a very fragrant half sandwich half burrito, while trying to write with my one and only dying pen. The hairs on the sides of my face have decided to curl out instead of down, and i would like to thank my personal hair stylists for doing such a fantastic job. So thank you snow storm, thank you humidity, and thank you sweaty perspiration due to nerves and exhaustion.
At this moment I'm sitting in a booth under my top bunk, which just so happens to be located directly next to the door which i can almost guarantee goes to the toilets. Well...at least i don't have to worry about wetting the bed! Wow, that was a terrible attempt of putting a humorous spin on a positive attitude.
Now I'm just wondering, how the heck I'm going to get to my top bunk! When i think bunk i at least think i can reach the bunk at eye level, i can just barely touch the top with my finger tips standing on my tippy toes! So I'm just gonna study and see how people reach the top bunks because the only way i see myself getting up there is by somebody giving me a boost, or shooting me out of a cannon. Doesn't look like there's too much space either, if my calculations are correct (calculations meaning staring at the space for a few minutes and taking a blind guess) id have to say there's only 2 1/2 feet of space! My bunk is one of many that lines the entire right side of the cabin, while on the left there are cubicles that hold four bunks that are perpendicular to mine. There is no wall for me, oh no, just me and the pleasant hustle and bustle of every single person who needs to relieve themselves, which seems to be every other minute. this is going to be a loooong night.
Did i forget to mention that im completely out of minutes on my phone? cant call, cant text. heaven help me. what i can do however is recieve texts, i just can't reply, so its kinda like seeing help but being held against your will so that you can't yell back. So all these texts of, "are you ok?" "did you make it to your carriage on time?" "did the man you ran away with kidnap you?" will just have to go unanswered for now.
The oder: tea, body oder, cigarette smoke, and the girls right across from me have just popped open two cans of beer. Russian BO, that is one thing that I'm not going to miss. just got a good ol whiff. Hope it's not me...nope, all good. Just acted like i was itching my nose on my shoulder.
Hey! i have two Elle magazines to read....oh Russian, riiiight. Don't get me wrong! I'm having the time of my life! Just thinking of everything i experienced in the past half hour is definitely a memory for the books and the gran kids. "I remember the day when i was frantically running, while following a complete stranger of a man, to get to my train on time in the Moscovsky Vokzal train station in Saint Petersburg. With only five minutes till my train left this man guided and ran with me until he saw that i was safley on board my carriage."...."and the moral of this story children is: do not speak to strangers, unless you fear of getting an ulcer, then i would advise you to seek and ask for help." oh yeah, so much better than that whole "walking up hill both ways" story.
Even when i was safely on the train the heart attacks didn't stop. Shortly after leaving the ticket lady came by and began to check tickets, and i just about died. i didn't have one! my heart sank...my ticket wouldn't print off at the station because well, things would just be too good if things went as intended. And my e-ticket was with my roommate on her ipad, and she was on another carriage! I dont know if it was an act of mercy or a miracle, but somehow she knew i was good to go, and as she walked away my heart began to rise back up to it's intended location once more.
So right now I'm writing just as a form of therapy. it's either that, stare at the man who has now come back with a cup of tea, or stare out the window (either way staring is inevitable)...i thought trains moved faster than this.
I cant help but just smile to myself as I'm writing this. i have been completely separated from my group. You should have seen all of our faces when we realized we were not all bunked together but all separated throughout the train. i just gave one of my hysterical maniac laughs and thought "what the heck! it'll just add to the story!" this was our first time leaving St. Pete and we felt alone enough as it was! we were all completely new to the trains and didn't have a single person who remotely knew what to do. we already got lost trying to find the train station! first getting off on the wrong metro stop, and then not being able to find the station. id say we were turned around a good five times before we got to where we were suppossed to be, and good gosh if im not comfortable with asking for directions by the time i get home home i will be amazed.
Oh my gosh can i just say i am so grateful my cough is gone? I'm pretty sure i would have been thrown off the train by now if i still had it. now my stuffy/runny nose...well, that's a different story. crap, i can feel it running down, bathroom run for some TP?
Wow, I'm on train traveling across the lands of Russia on my way to Moscow, that's pretty awesome.
Gosh, I'm not sure if this guy is staying up to drink his tea or if he is waiting for me to crawl on my top bunk before he goes up. So I'm just going to keep writing to make it look like I'm doing something, it's kinda hard though because the main light is off and all that's on are these dim overhead lights and my hand castes a shadow directly over the spot I'm writing, so I'm kinda writing blind here. i don't know what to do! i honestly don't know how to reach the top bunk! i don't see anybody else up in theirs, maybe they too have come to the realization that it is impossible?
hahahaha! oh my gosh i just had the biggest "DUH" moment! i was sitting there looking at the table and noticed that the underside was cushy and then in dawned on me...oh my gosh this table flips down! this IS his bed! turns out what i thought was the top bunk was just a shelf for luggage, uhhhh...whoops? i couldn't help but cover my mouth, i can't believe it took me this long to realize it! i immediately got up and tried to communicate with him, wanting to apologize but the word failing to pop into my head. He motioned that he could sleep on the top if i wanted to sleep on the bottom, and i am so glad i took his offer because i just watched him swing his leg up and over and yeaaaaah....i would never have been able to do that.
so here i am, finally on a bed, which just moments ago was a table, writing by mobile flashlight. Might as well put this phone to use if it cant call! i just looked up at my "top bunk" not believing that i actually thought that was my bed, oh what a fool you are! oh gosh, i think the man is trying to change up there and its got half the space, now i feel bad, but i don't know how to thank him other than saying "spasiba" over and over again. i should probably get some sleep, I'm arriving in Moscow at 5:30 a.m! before i do ill probably look out the window a bit and see the countryside as the snow is falling. See you in Moscow! Goodnight!
Love, Me
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