My dad's side of the family is sooooo Russian it's ridiculous. My great-grandfather came to the States from Moscow just before WWI and made a meager living as a farmer. From there, my family has grown. I have been celebrating Russian Christmas and New Year since I was a little girl. My grandmother has been teaching me how to make different Russian foods for years. I think I've mastered the arts of Borscht and schee( can't really spell it in english and I don't have the option to switch to cyrillic). When I turned 18, I spent my senior year in Irkutsk, Siberia as an exchange student. It was the best time of my life (so far) and I was the first one in the family to return to the Mother Land. I learned so much, made many friends, broke a few hearts, and learned the language of my people. Russia is very much a part of who I am and I suppose that will never ever change.