tartu - odessa - tbilisi

I had almost forgotten about it, the spectacular plan to go to Georgia by land. And I was about to search for plain-tickets. For to fly there and get it done. And then He called, asked when will we go and proposed some dates. Things were suddenly moving. Only for few people I had mentioned the plan, with way too little of reflecting enthusiasm for me to get properly ignited myself. And then He called and She seemingly just needed a bit more of a poking - “let’s go!” or I don’t even know what made the thing happen.
So we scheduled it, getting serious, considering my million-little-things-before-you-go-abroad-for-a-longer-time-for-the-first-time-in-your-life and few bigger ones, headaches, and His not before/not later issues, and She never rose any particular amendment proposals about the when. And then there were many issues, details, possibilities, strategies, even equipment, not to mention price calculations, what had to be thought of and talked about.
I won’t speculate about the possibly different motivations we had to go to Georgia by land, taking as many trains as (almost) possible, when I’m not even sure from which side to look at my own Rubik’s cube of reasons. I think we all had something to go away from. Simple watchword, of course, can be put forth: “Accompanying Me to Georgia for a year there as an exchange student.” Usually, people tend to like to have reasons, preferably understandable when presented in one short sentence. Hard to give up, like smoking.




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