Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 4

The sky is the limit. Reach for the stars. The world is your oyster. Sound familiar? Well I’ve got a fat challenge for these expressions. Let’s change the Russian Government.

I am dead serious. Let’s just do it. Now the corrupted government might not get fixed entirely by me. I could try, because I’ve have been taught that “can’t” is not a word. This is the overly optimistic ego speaking. We should all have one. My core focus on making a universal difference is based on reversing the ban on adoption from foreign countries in Russia. Let’s look at the facts. In 2012, the U.S. Congress passed the Magnistky Act, which is basically a bill that proclaimed the corruption of Russian officials. The ban was a response to this Act. This law that banned this once beautiful opportunity is known as the Dima Yakovelv Law, passed by Vladimir Putin in 2013. Dima was an adopted child by an American family. His parents left him in car at a parking lot. He had tragically died in the car in 2008, only after three months of living in America. Another tragic case spiked attention in Russia. A child had been brought to America. The mother decided to send him back to Russia. The child was sent on an airplane all on his own. Devastating.

There is no justification for the actions of these irresponsible parents. Zero. But how about we look at the effects of this ban. Nearly two dozen children in Russian orphanages were denied the right to be brought to America after families had made legal plans to do so. An estimation of 200-250 children had actually met with American families, created a connection, but then were not given the right to go through the adoption process. There was a case where a family had adopted a boy previously to the ban, and had hoped to adopt his brother. The ban revoked the family’s plan and now the boy is without his biological brother. This is absolutely heartbreaking. The boy had anticipated his brother coming home, and now the parents have to explain to the child that it is impossible.

Before the ban, about 60,000 children had been adopted by American families from the past twenty years. Three of those children happen to live in my household. My older brother Demetrios had been adopted a year before me. In Russia, we lived in the same orphanage, located in Krasnodar, Russia. Demetrios and I were best friends at the orphanage. When he had been adopted, he had missed me terribly. He would cry “Anya” to his mother in America. She did everything she could to find out who Anya was. I was the girl of my mother’s aspiration. I had reunited with my best friend a year later at the age of five. My best friend became my brother. In 2005, we adopted a four year old boy named Illushka or for short Illiya. He had been located at a different orphanage in Siberia, Russia. I have so much gratitude for my privilege to live in America with a loving and supportive family. The common good out ways the cases of the shameful tragedies. I am not sure how exactly I can change this law, but I think the first step is awareness. My heart aches for the families and children that could be united in a safe and loving home. 


(Demetri and I on our way to land in America)


(Demetri and I leaving the orphange)


(We greet Illiya at the airport) 

sources:
http://www.csmonitor.com/The-Culture/2014/0118/Russian-adoption-ban-One-year-
later http://www.huffingtonpost.com/shai-baitel/russias-adoption-ban-two_b_6399064.html
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/worldviews/wp/2012/12/28/the-real-reason-russia-wants-to-ban-adoptions-by-dangerous-american-families/

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Elevated Window Of Opportunities

The love to traveling was set in stone for me at young age. I was five years old.
Departure: Krasnodar, Russia. Arrival: Michigan, USA.

I remember sitting with my Baboushka on the airplane on the way to America. I can see myself sitting next to the window. She sat to my right. A hockey game was playing on the small screen above. I can picture my Baboushka wearing headphones, trying to tell me to pick up mine and put them on. I looked up at the screen and then saw a man in a uniform with skates make a goal. I don’t know why my brain decided to remember this memory for the rest of my life. It is such a small moment. I didn’t even know how to speak English, and yet I knew exactly what she was trying to tell me. My mom only remembers me throwing up the food they had served me on the plane. Lucky her. 

(My older brother  has had to put up with me for a long time)

My mother has included me and my brother in trips all over the world. Costa Rica. Galápagos Islands. A trip from the needle point in Seattle to the Redwoods in Cali. Some of these trips were guided by National Geographic Expeditions. I have been one lucky girl. The best time I had was zip lining in the rain forest of Costa Rica. I will never forget how close I had gotten to a tree, thinking I was going to crash right into it. My family tries to plan an annual trip, usually around the winter time. So for winter break, I have gone to the Bahamas, Cayman Islands, and of course cannot forget to mention Disney World.
   
 (us kids behaving well, anticipating a fun vacation)    

(little brother playing in the sand while I gear up, Cayman Islands)

(myself, brother, and cousins having a blast in Islas Mujeres)  

(riding horseback along the Coast Rica shorelines)

Growing up with the opportunity of physically discovering the world, I aspire to keep the hobby last. As a college student, I want to study abroad. My dream destination is Barcelona, Spain. I have studied Spanish all four years of high school and am currently enrolled in a Spanish course. Three months of learning Spanish culture would be such an opportunity. My previous trips have more like vacations, but getting to live in Spain independently with cultural people is a different story. I also want to travel to Machu Picchu once in my life, and also bring my mother along. Her dream has been to go there ever since she was in grade school. I want take her to Machu Picchu. I am grateful for all the trips I have experienced, so I’d like to do the same for her one day.

 
 (posing in the Redwood National and State Parks)

(up close and personal in the Galápagos Islands) 

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Talking to the Moon


Okay, this is where I am currently figuring myself out. I am a hopeless romantic. I believe in soul mates. I believe in the stars aligning. I believe in all that mumbo jumbo. But here is my present goal dealing with my love status: stop looking for the one. I think the problem with having a person be “the one” is the expectations I place for this perfect trophy guy. Has to be taller than me. Has to be funny. Has to have brown hair with blue eyes. Charming. Intelligent. Genuine smile. Not lazy, but also not overly active. Mysterious. Passionate about music. The list goes on. I raise my expectations to such a high standard that it is impossible to ever have a guy be the one. But it’s not entirely my fault (I like to think this, so let me). In high school, there was this boy. I thought about him none stop. Butterflies, uncontrollable smirks, you name it. I had them. I thought this guy was so charming and funny. Anyways, I got to know him, but then he became the boy that got away. Touchy subject so I will not go into detail. I resent myself for being so picky with every guy that has comes my way. I am so unbelievably hooked on a certain type because of this boy. I blame him.

Okay that’s not fair. I don’t actually blame him. I blame those deceptive Nicholas Sparks books/movies. Media ruins everything. It cements all these qualities that women need to look for in a guy. Men don't have a chance. I have gotten to the point where I give up. And you know what, I think it’s a good thing. I shouldn’t be caught up in boy drama. I should focus on my studies and my friends. I don’t need a guy in my life at this moment. But I can’t help to hope for a happily ever after. I want to find a person that brings out the best of me. A family is definitely in my wishes. The thing is, I don’t want to keep searching for the right one. God has a plan for my life and I need to trust Him. It won’t mean I’ll sit back and expect someone to miraculously appear. I won’t be afraid to take chances.  I have mentally shredded the list and have made a self-pact to be accepting of fate taking its course.