confessions of a young traveller

Of all the things that I could draw in my imagination for the past several months what I am in now is the least I could ever expect.
I'm afraid to admit this but however here is the truth: I like this place despite all my complaints about living here.
This country made me calmer and stronger. Although I'm not suer about my tomorrow I'm not afraid to face it. Being in Russia, living with parents I would think its crazy to fly to a different continent with no place to stay at or no work waiting for you. Crazy. But it feels like its sorting out at the moment. I have finally found a housing in DC and am about to get my Social Security Number - one of the things that a life of an American depends on.
DC (I mean some parts of it) is a very beautiful inspiring place not to leave one indifferent to my mind. It reminds me of England a lot, especially the downtown part. The bridge to Virginia (Rosslyn) looks almost like the one I crossed in London. Maybe its only me who sees the city in this perspective.
People here are very different. I'm still trying to get used to black colour which is everywhere (I grew up in a country where a black person is equal to a Marsian).
There are plenty opportunities to brush up Spanish, but I still feel very uncomfortable speaking it, as haven't properly done it for months. Today though I made an attempt to speak Spanish to a Puertorician room-mate over a Russian soup.
One more thing - I miss Russian food so much! There's no tvorog, nothing even close to it! When I come to think about it I want to pack and take the first plane home... but then I realise that I like this place and there's still so much to be explored!