I Fled Kyiv, But My Heart Will Always Be There
Just a few weeks ago I was living a normal life in Podil—a lively, modern district in Kyiv.
A typical morning would begin with breakfast, coffee, and a book—followed by some writing for a New York-based company. Then a bit of grocery shopping, and maybe cooking up some curry. On some days, I would do a 10km run along the embankment of Trukhaniv Island. This life was only very recent, and yet it all feels like a hazy memory.
Russian troops had been amassing at my country’s borders for weeks. We’d been hearing constant news of an “imminent Russian attack.”