I just don’t have it in me to go outside. It can be three or four days at a time that I do not leave the apartment, maybe just to throw out some garbage or buy some vegetables around the corner and then right back upstairs, where things are so much simpler. Sometimes it feels like every time I go out, another place opens, typically Russians, with the same tired menu of hummus, pizza and tom yum soup. Maybe a grilled chicken caesar too. It is difficult to see, even knowing that they can easily close in a few months and evaporate as quickly as they sprang up. All the same, I wish I did not know it was happening. This is not the Tbilisi I wanted to live in.
Oh, how I relate to this feeling. In Alaska I would feel so green-deprived, it was worse than the cold and darkness. To feel new life pushing through the ground was what it took to nudge me from my hibernation, and move the blood in my body again. Down here in south Louisiana I’ve noticed a cellular memory of the hibernation time, and felt at odds with the lack of slow-down in the world around me.
I also recall the relief of the world stopping for Covid, or slowing at least, and wishing for it never to return to such a frenetic pace. I have grief about the fact it has, and put up resistance, staying in the slow lane as much as I can.
I am walking once a day and there are cows sometimes. Birds, I talk to them. They seem to answer. There is a magnolia tree across the road where no one lives rights now and I took a glass of wine on Friday and sat on a stoop beside it. I seem to have asked it some questions.
It’s a known fact attested to by doctors that the cusp of spring in Tbilisi is a heavy and difficult period. Many people experience some kind of seasonal affective disorder
Feeling the same way..doing the same things. I haven't been to the gym in weeks. Just can't be bothered to go. Fighting off viruses, and pressure from the constant changing weather. Just want to be nestled inside until the sun comes out again :D
It seems we are essentially living the same life.
Oh, how I relate to this feeling. In Alaska I would feel so green-deprived, it was worse than the cold and darkness. To feel new life pushing through the ground was what it took to nudge me from my hibernation, and move the blood in my body again. Down here in south Louisiana I’ve noticed a cellular memory of the hibernation time, and felt at odds with the lack of slow-down in the world around me.
I also recall the relief of the world stopping for Covid, or slowing at least, and wishing for it never to return to such a frenetic pace. I have grief about the fact it has, and put up resistance, staying in the slow lane as much as I can.
Big warm hugs, and may the flowers bloom soon!
Sounds like the name of one of those out of the way places only the locals know where the food and wine are superb! "Marco's Hideout" Got my vote.
It's a good thing to hibernate before spring sets in. Perfect time, actually! No need to feel guilty...
https://youtu.be/XmHZBBnswYg?si=U5liFrSepqKdgiRt
I am walking once a day and there are cows sometimes. Birds, I talk to them. They seem to answer. There is a magnolia tree across the road where no one lives rights now and I took a glass of wine on Friday and sat on a stoop beside it. I seem to have asked it some questions.
It’s a known fact attested to by doctors that the cusp of spring in Tbilisi is a heavy and difficult period. Many people experience some kind of seasonal affective disorder
Hang in there bro. The current world is not where I wanted to live in either...
Feeling the same way..doing the same things. I haven't been to the gym in weeks. Just can't be bothered to go. Fighting off viruses, and pressure from the constant changing weather. Just want to be nestled inside until the sun comes out again :D