Just going through some old folders, I found these pictures I took of the first meal I cooked in my new kitchen. It wasn't all that long ago. It all looks so nice. I was happy.
My kitchen doesn't look like that, now. I don't have all those ingredients to cook with. I stopped walking all over the place, to various ethnic groceries. Yeah, I could do that. Or I could just sit here. Either, or. I'm not quite so enthusiastic about the beer, either. It's kind of expensive, and I'm not sure it's really worth it. Half the time, it just makes me feel groggy anyhow, and I suffer enough grogginess as it is.
Course, my kitchen isn't that clean, anymore. I clean it now and then, but not like that. I do the dishes, and try to keep too much garbage from accumulating on my counters, but those cobwebs on the ceiling? Who ever looks up there, anyhow.
I never use that little bluetooth speaker anymore. It doesn't occur to me to put any music on. I used to carry it from room to room, listening to music all the time.
I don't understand why this happens. It happens everywhere I've lived. It's like stagnation. It's reflected in my environment, and sometimes I think maybe if I did some serious cleaning and made everything look shiny and new again, that would help. Maybe it would... but I doubt it would help all that much.
It's a bipolar sort of depression, in that sometimes I fixate on the negatives, while at other times, I can't see the point in the positives. I don't see how going through the motions anyhow will resolve the issue. In theory I could try it, anyhow. Maybe I will, at some point. Maybe it will even work for a while, but I always end up back here. Climbing back out always seems to take a few years.
I can't see them from Google maps, because they're so far off the road, on the backside of a little office complex.. and when I get there, this is what I find. Doesn't necessarily mean anything, but it didn't really help, either.