Back in America
I haven’t kept my writing schedule because I haven’t kept any schedule. I’ve turned my life upside down, changing cities and time zones weekly. However, as strange as it sounds to say, it’s good to be back in America (at least temporarily).
Sure, the food isn’t very good, the people love their cars and everything is really expensive. However, it’s nice to go to the store and not have the cashier look at you like it’s their last day on this earth.
I saw some good friends, in New York, Los Angeles, Atlanta and Birmingham. I saw my family, including distant relatives I haven’t heard about in over a decade. It’s nice to pop in.
I opened my eyes to potential business opportunities that would generate real money. I encountered a Georgian at a bar in LA which neither of us could believe (ქართული ლაპარაკობ, ბიჭო?).
I feel disconnected from every place, from every time. I feel like an island in the middle of the pacific, greeting tourists from faraway lands wondering what it is that I’m still doing here.
I don’t want to live in the US again, but I don’t know how I feel about Georgia. Let’s see what happens this year.