I arrived in Tbilisi in the morning.
I was physically exhausted. I had overcome the previous day's flight cancellation and somehow reached this city with a same-day ticket. I couldn't think about anything anymore. I just slept. There was nothing else I could do.
3:00 PM, heading into the city
When I woke up it was 3 PM.
Time to go. I decided to walk around the city on my way to the supermarket.
The safety didn't feel very good. There were a lot of people. There were many Russians, and I could hear Russian everywhere. People from countries other than Russia had also come to Tbilisi in large numbers, and the city was overflowing.
Is this really going to be okay? I was very worried.
The true source of my anxiety
I'm worried about whether I can make it from here on out — both physically and mentally.
But I have no choice. How I handle myself in a situation like this will determine what happens next.
Just having food is enough. People in the Soviet Union even struggled to get bread. It hasn't come to that. I'm still better off. Maybe it's okay for life to include experiences like this. Really.
Anyway, I'll do my best. I'll get through this.
Inflation has made a lot of things expensive. It's really bad. I have no connections with people. I want to connect with people somehow. I want to be friends with Georgians. I don't know how.
But I have no choice, so I'll do it.
In the midst of anxiety
I'm cold. I'm not getting enough nutrition. Worries about money. Worries about connections.
With nothing but anxiety, what will I do? There are many things I have to do. Those things are bearing down on me.
Somehow, somehow I have to keep going.
I'll do my best. I can definitely do it. I won't be defeated by difficulties like these.
