Two good friends of mine will be visiting this weekend in order to find out what Moscow life is all about. I’ve built it up, naturally, through stories of mostly forgotten nights and how much I enjoy my classes, but I feel like I have forgotten to mention one important detail: Moscow takes some time to get used to. I remember entering this town for the first time thinking, “what the hell have I decided to do?” All that my young, freshman eyes could see was an open expanse of farmland interrupted by a boring town. The place seemed void of any excitement. My dorm room only made matters worse. Having to live in a space the size of a large bathroom with another person didn’t warm my sentiments. Over time, however, every little idiosyncratic detail grew on me. I began to realize that what separates this place from other college towns is the people. Although far from having substantial ethnic diversity, there are a lot of seemingly contradictory personalities coexisting on campus. It’s surprising that so many rednecks, jocks, bros, hippies, hipsters, grad students, punks, intellectuals and alcoholics can get along so well in such a small space. It has to be an Idaho thing. There is no set identity or even dominant trend. All one has to do is be congenial over a drink and all is well. When my friends arrive, I think that I’ll just tell them to toss aside any stigmas and relax. Having a good time is the Moscow way, and through its inhabitants, plenty of entertainment can be found.
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