I am what you might call the repeat offender of immigrants.
Thinking back, I understand that my best memories of Russia were associated with nature and of walking around alone.
When I was a teenager, I used to have dreams of Russia.
One day, I might bring my kids to show them the wealth of culture and history I remember from childhood -- if it's not all uprooted and deconstructed.
Am I from LA or Russia? There is nothing in my language, appearance or demeanor that would suggesting that LA is not the answer, and yet it doesn't feel authentic.