I was raised a foster kid in Houston, after uprooting from Russia at age 8, I've lived here for most of my life. Now, it's my bidding time to part with the big city, and set for the outskirts where nature calls and my plans for partial-homesteading can be made, then to embark on traveling through the states in my makeshift mobile tiny, a personal craftship with no detailed blueprint because stardards not set for en route, I figure I'd take the fun out of puzzling together spontaneous improvisions.
I've grown as a homebody overtime, yet unbound like a wanderlust gypsy. Everywhere I go, home is and must be made comfortable for all occupants and treated honorably as a sacred temple,
First impression I come off as shy to most, better understood as put "on stand-by" as we work to evolve connection through encouraged interaction. I'm a gentle soft-spoken wallflower, a mutable slipperly slope with the exception of underlying grit for dark humour in my delivery, being upfront forward about truthful matters is something most people cant do, so I take the initiative to make up for it as a joking matter because life on earth is itself a cynical ball of plummeting chaos through harsh obstacles and waves of piercing radiation and I'm to drink fermented toxin to help the ongoing chemical reaction that evokes tender laughter from my oxiginated air sacks to better ease time added to consider in how much the our government hold tight grip of our navigating spawn bodies made of meaty carbon collections pulled together by a coded building manual as our DNA, instructed to create a powerhouse vessel that consumes other powerhouse products for our ongoing surge to keep 5oz of energy pumping a 75 yr run on this perfectly conditioned rock? Forget the likely vicous stakes the cosmic projection could propel us through, we're up against cannibalistic prana leaches of a virtual quantum fabric spreadsheet we call "time" for which we proudly thank the cannibalistic prana leaches for leaking that sexy booty black hole for us to enjoy but wait what about the bozon, too scared? We are headed for enslaved nations, a promised future towards juice boxed soylent confinement if let we let Trump work with the lizards.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

I've moved around most of my life, uprooted multiple times as a kid. I've gotten used to change and learning from the experiences new environments have to offer.

Interests

• books
• gardening
• music
• biology
• astrology
• steampunk
• natural medicine
• arts and crafts
• zodiac

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

The Black Sea at dawn

What I Can Share with Hosts

I'm a quiet and respectful individual, and can partake in meaninful in-depth philosophical conversation if the spark is initiated, then I will add wood to the flame.

Countries I’ve Lived In

Russian Federation