I tried living in Texas…

This storyline just begs to be followed with a bunch of mean jokes and anecdotes, doesn’t it?

It wasn’t that bad… I mean we, as a family, lasted for eight months, before running away, so it couldn’t have been that bad…

For context, we had come to Texas from … Memphis. A Russian family from California, then Memphis, then Texas — what an interesting life I’m living I’m thinking, writing this story!

It was a memorable and strange stretch of some eighteen months.

At end of 2017, we decided to leave California’s Bay area and moved to Memphis. It had to do with our kids’ tennis. I was working on a start-up so had the flexibility to live anywhere and our kids’ tennis coach and mentor was on a two-year assignment in Memphis at the time. It first started with us sending our kids to him for a couple of weeks in the summer and then somehow we arrived at this out-of-the-box idea of our entire family moving to Memphis. My wife, who plays herself and coaches our kids, could work alongside Steve (that’s the coach’s name) in an internship-like arrangement.

So move we did. Where we lived — Olive Branch, outside of Memphis — was actually a nice, very typical, American subburbian city. But Memphis itself was rough. The tennis facility where my wife worked was in one of the worst parts of the city. Every hour you’d hear police sirens nearby.

In hindsight, Memphis was a great experience. Needless to say, different from California! I am a big believer in…