When I heard about the opportunity to come visit the United States of America, I didn't think twice. I was a 20-year old frivolous student craving adventures and adrenaline. America seemed to be a perfect place to satisfy both.
My vision of America, thanks to the centralized gate-keeping media, was quite primitive. Tall glass buildings, junk food, Coca-Cola, dollars, peanut butter, fake smiles, white teeth and sneakers. Hey, this was way better than what the Soviets thought of America during the Cold War (see the picture: Anti-American poster, 1970s).
The original plan was to come to the US in Summer to work, earn some bucks, try peanut butter and travel (for 4 months total). I was expecting an adventure to spice up my life a little. If somebody told me back than that I was going to the U.S. to find God, get married to "one of those American guys", give births to two American children and stay there for good, I would have laughed hysterically.
This is me 3 months before leaving: naive and clueless that very shortly my life would turn upside down (in a good way).
PS. I am not sad. Russians don't smile much. And yes, the hair color was not the best choice for me.
Want to make God laugh? Tell Him about your plans.:-)