I see my family quite rarely. Since moving to the US from Ukraine in 2014, I’ve only seen them twice. The first time was in the spring of 2018–we met in Istanbul, Turkey. This year, we picked Riga, Latvia as our “in-between” reunion spot. Except, wasn’t exactly in the middle, considering that their flight was only about 1hr 15 mins long, and I had to travel 15 goddamn hours to get there. But, family is about compromise, I gather.
Source: DORÉ – Bogdana Ferguson