On the eve of the big day

Ok, it's only couple of hours into the day, so right now it still kind of feels like departure is two days away, but man...tomorrow, January 10th, I'll be boarding a plane to New York, and then another that will take me to Moscow. And that's why this is being written - to give you, duh readuh, an idea of what I'm going through, what I'm experiencing, what it's like to spend a semester studying abroad in Mother Russia.

Since I'm writing this not only for myself and my friends, but also for those who so choose to read this through Admissions, I suppose some of my future posts might be a little more structured (yeah right - me writing anything that isn't like an essay) and a little more serious (eh, maybe) than they otherwise might be. You're gonna see into my world. Whether that's good or bad, I guess that's for time to tell.

For those who aren't мои друзья (my friends) or people who I thought might want to read this, I guess I should give a little bit of background information.

My name is Paul Radenhausen. I was born in Pennsylvania, but I've lived the majority of my life in Florida - most of the time in Apopka and the last five or so years in Sorrento (yeah, you've never heard of it - it's near Mount Dora, which you've probably also never heard of). I'm a junior and I'm a Russian Studies major. If you haven't put два and два together (that'd be two and two), that's why I'm going to study in Moscow for this upcoming semester.

I'll probably give a little more background information tomorrow and go a little more in-depth about what's going on, but for now, I need to get some sleep.