Hi everyone and thanks for swinging by! As you can see, I’m still a rookie but I’m determined to make this blog a reflection of myself where I can share my unforgettable experiences, impressions and opinions on interesting places, people and circumstances. In two words, I’m the compulsive traveler.
My name is Anya, and I was born and raised in a small town in the middle of Russia, which is famous for being the world’s capital of Kalashnikov guns’ production. I was six years old when the Soviet Union collapsed. People were no longer trapped inside of the Iron Curtain and could easily travel outside of the country, if they could afford it of course. Because my dad finally got a chance to realize his entrepreneurial aspirations, my family had the privilege to see the rest of the world. I find myself very lucky and will always be thankful to my parents for giving me these amazing opportunities to explore the world.
My dad really wanted me to embrace traveling as part of my life. I think he was trying to fulfill his own 30-year-old “imprisonment” within the borders of the Soviet Union by giving me, his daughter, the chance to broaden my horizons. For many years I took traveling for granted. My dad’s only condition for me was to be a diligent student. And I actually enjoyed studying. I had a good ear for foreign languages. I loved reading, especially Russian classics such as Pushkin, Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky. But my biggest passion was history. I was fascinated by how a seemingly insignificant event could change the whole direction of a country’s history. Therefore, going to explore a new country meant not only making new friends, admiring its architecture and immersing myself in its authentic gastronomy (my family worships a good meal), but also living through various historical events by myself.
When I was 18, I moved to Moscow to get a BA degree in international relations at Moscow State University of Foreign Affairs. It took me a whole year and a lot of free time to prepare myself for the exams and get the requisite scores to be accepted to this prestigious school, intended exclusively for the children of diplomats in Soviet times. In five years I graduated with honors, had two internships in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and realized I wanted to do something else.
And here starts the American part of my life. With all my extensive traveling experience, it was a little ridiculous that I’d never been to this part of the world. So I decided to close the gap and get my master’s in America. Yes, that easy. I was just driving one day (or better say stuck in crazy Moscow traffic) when I saw a billboard inviting students to get their master’s degrees abroad. I gave them a call and the next thing I knew, I was enrolled in a pre-master’s program in Boston. Six months later I was accepted to Boston University’s public relations program, which I successfully finished in January 2011.
Sometimes I wonder how all this could happen to me. When I was younger I saw myself living in Moscow or at least in Europe, which is so close to my heart, but never in America. But something called me here, and I decided to take a chance. And you know what, it was the best decision I’ve ever made, as I found something I was missing in my life… But that’s another story;)