
stories | 17-year-old me goes to Russia
I’ve actually considered sharing some of my personal stories here on the blog before. When I was organizing our house in Minnesota from tip to toe, I came across so many bits and pieces that brought stories to mind. I considered writing a Summer Stories series about some of my childhood summers. But, I didn’t. I was still in the season of my business when my blog felt like something that needed to stay exactly as it was at all costs. I was honestly too scared of straying too far away from what readers expected from me. Or what I assumed they expected of me. One of the stories I wanted to write about, which has popped up time and again in my mind over the years, was about my summer spent in Russia as a teenager. As I’ve been considering sharing stories, my memory of a July 4th spent









