When I tell people I’m moving to Russia in the fall, naturally they ask what I will be doing there. As a young lefty nonprofit type in Washington, DC, the expected answer is that I’ll be working for Doctors Without Borders or Amnesty International or something. Alas, no. Actually, I don’t know for sure what I’ll be doing.

The situation is this: my favorite aunt’s employer offered her an expatriate assignment in St. Petersburg. As she doesn’t speak Russian, she told them she’d consider it if she could take me along.

So I’ll live with my aunt and navigate the Cyrillic-lettered world for her. I’ll also probably get a job teaching English, take more Russian lessons, and do a lot of reading and writing. And visit Finland whenever Russian life gets too gloomy.