I’m realizing I will never be back in Russia.

I dream of Moscow almost every night. In my dreams, it’s always the summer and I’m somewhere in central Moscow, sometimes on my own, sometimes with my wife. In every dream, there is at some point a wave of subconscious anxiety related to our traveling back to America. Do we have our green cards? Do we have our visas? Why did we risk leaving America and entering Russia? How will we go back?

Our immigration journey in America was long and painful, so I guess the anxiety in my dreams is explainable. Then there are more recent obvious events.



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Alexei Sorokin

A Russian immigrant in America, father of 4, Cambridge and Harvard Business School alum. I run and write every day.