Interesting Times #6

Now that I know I’m going to be here for at least two weeks, probably three, I’m starting to panic. Well, not panic. Whatever the low-key version of constant alarm bells going off in my head as background all the time. I have time to settle here and unpack, and I don’t have enough clothes that I like. I brought a bunch of t-shirts that I typically wear to bed for daytime clothes. I have my crochet hooks but no yarn. All of the things that are off are fixable, and much more easily fixable here than they would be in Vilnius or somewhere else that I don’t speak the language (although the exchange rate here is brutal). But weirdly it makes things more unsettled, the familiarity here.

It’s fine. I’m fine. But I’m not fine. Which seems to be about as good as I can expect. On the other hand, I got some good books, and I’m really enjoying Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao.