Hey, everyone. I was hoping this was going to be a post on a couple more fragrances – that was the plan! – but it didn’t pan out. I’m going to have to figure out some higher-grade tree pollen defense before this time next year … allergy shots or something similar. I’ve always had allergies, but not quite like this spring. Anyway it’s meant I’m now wearing my N95 outside along with other mitigation strategies.
I went to our local shop Things Finer twice to do some sniffage, but (blaming my allergies) everything smelled laughably wrong – sort of like if you went to a thrift shop and you sniffed an old bottle of perfume sitting there, and it’s clearly a fragrance – only it’s all muddled and flat and off? That generic “this is some old, random EDT that’s lost its top notes” smell. Pretty sure the new scents I sniffed don’t all smell like that in real life! I do love that store, though – here’s a bonus pic above of their display window, it’s like one of those find-these-hidden-objects images. How long do you think it took to put that together?
I feel … stuck. As I’ve mentioned I use my long walks as simple, immediately accessible therapy, and being allergic to Ye Greate Outdoors right now is … the source of an illogical amount of resentment. I’ve vaguely thought about a couple of trips, especially after Cinnamon’s jaunt to London. If I were still in DC, I’d probably be hopping on a NYC/DC tripper bus (love those!) for a quick jaunt to New York, stay in some hotel, meet up with friends… I dig out the map and think about flying or driving somewhere from here, but then my brain knots up at the idea of going anywhere and all that entails.
Somehow, post-COVID, the idea of travel feels so … daunting, in a way that confuses me. When I first moved here in 1990, we used to just hop in the car and go exploring. I clearly remember flying/driving places with four young kids and the travel part of it was just a … necessary blip, not the focus of my concerns or memories. I have certainly done my share of domestic and international travel over the years. Now I can’t get past “oh my g-d how would I ever” which frustrates me and my logical brain. I don’t know if going somewhere is even the solution. I was jumping through crazy hoops this time last year to wind up here, and I’m not second-guessing that, and I’ve been content to stick around the city. Should I be looking harder locally for things to do? Nag some friends into a day trip? Get over myself? Are you doing (or planning) any travel, whether it’s a drive up the road or another continent? Thoughts and advice welcome!