Last week was the first time in 18 months I actually went out beyond our village. The farthest I've gone before that was to the gas station at the outskirts of our village. Before that, I haven't gone out for a year.
My inner hikikomori would be proud.
But this time I really had to leave because banks are annoyingly inflexible institutions. So anyway-
It's been a while so I'm very very out of shape. When I took my first dose of the vaccine I had to climb uphill towards the vaccination location. I was dying. I looked like I was running for an hour but it was literally about ten minutes away from my house. I was breathing so hard and it was raining a bit so I fogged up my faceshield and couldn't see a damn thing.
So this time, I practiced. I practiced walking up and down the stairs several times for a few days before this. So I managed to get to my destination without dying from exhaustion; my shoes were killing me but that's a different story. But I totally forgot that I haven't used a public toilet in nearly two years. You know that squatting position women do to sort of hover above the toilet? Yeah, well, my knees were shaking.
This is really gonna take some getting used to.
It's so frustrating just how many surfaces I touched without meaning to. I'm like, 'I'm just looking for a pen-' Touched the counter. Shit. Touched a handle. Shit. Touched everything. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Even eating wasn't as enjoyable because previously I couldn't care less about where I ate and what I ate. You can buy small stuff here and there and eat them while walking but now you can't eat while walking because that defeats the purpose of getting masked up. And it's just safer to eat from a good distance from other people.
I even forgot to take photos.
Everything looked sad. It wasn't even the lack of the usual Christmas crowd. There was a lot of people, but it was more like the typical pre-pandemic mid-day crowd than the nighttime Christmas crowd. And if you don't like crowds then you aren't really gonna miss that but everything just seems less festive even with the decors that are up. Several stores have closed. The ones that are still open hardly have any customers. National Bookstore is starting to look like a warehouse.
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