An open letter to Moscow

Dear Moscow,

It's been going really great for us the past month or so. I think we've been getting along very well and I'm enjoying getting to know you. I haven't really even had much culture shock. So I kind of thought that by now I knew what I was getting into, and there wouldn't be any more surprises.

That is, until I woke up this morning with no hot water. I mean, I needed a shower so I was a little peeved. But hey, you're Russia. I did expect a little more from you, being Moscow, but I wasn't overly surprised. I was, however, surprised and appalled when the water came back on and it was brown and rather smelly. I expect such things from Vladimir, Moscow, but not from you. You're the capitol city! First world! I liked knowing that in a pinch, I could drink water right out of the faucet and not get giardia. But now there is no way in hell I am drinking anything that comes out of that faucet without filtering and boiling the crap out of it first. You have betrayed my trust. And I warn you, you pull anything else like this and we are through.

...Moscow? Where are you going? Oh, come on baby, you know I didn't mean it. You just make me so angry sometimes, and you know how I say things when I'm angry. I'll never leave you.

...At least not until my contract's up.

love, Erica