The vodka’s been bought, my hotel bill’s been paid, and I’m almost done packing. My plane leaves at 12:55 tomorrow, and after an eleven and a half hour flight (11 hours and 35 minutes to be exact) to Atlanta, a two hour lay over and then another two hours in the air, I’ll be home.

It can’t come soon enough.

I really do like it here (much more than I was expecting to) and hopefully will be back to visit again sometime with Dave. Right now though, I’m ready to be home. I miss Dave, and since he’ll be heading down to Alabama on Sunday I’ll be missing him for most of August too.

Anyway, I’ll catch up on Moscow once I’m back in the states. For now I need to finish packing and maybe get some sleep (it’s not like I won’t have plenty of time to sleep on the plane). Tomorrow night, at about 8:30, Dave will be there at the airport waiting for me. He’ll be ready to give me a huge hug and (almost as importantly) carry my bags.