Jetlag: a recreational drug
Everyone has their own theories about jet lag, how long it lasts, how to get over it etc. The often quoted stat (or urban legend) says something like one day for each hour of time difference. So that means I have 7 more days to go. Beth's theory of lots of light and keep moving is a good one and I've tried to follow that advice since getting home but it's just not working as well for some reason.
I've also heard it's harder to adjust coming this way (this way being west) and it definitely feels like it. But that also might be that when you travel and things are different feeling out of wack time wise is just another layer of feeling not at home or an otherness. Being back in Seattle where everything is familiar and routines are realigning themselves, I just feel a bit strange. Strange like I'm stoned or something, like everything is moving too slow. Jeremy and I tried to play tennis yesterday and I felt like nothing worked right, like my arms we're going in different directions and when it was his turn to serve my mind would just wander off and I'd forget that we were in the middle of a game.
We are in the market for a new bed which is a long story, but none the less we are. Jeremy coaxed me out of the zombie zone I was in and we went down to the new mattress store on Capitol Hill. It was good to get out of the house and get some coffee and walk around and try to feel normal. Jeremy observed that maybe the timing wasn't right, maybe shopping for beds when you are jet lagged is like shopping for groceries when you are hungry. He might have been right, each bed and mattress combo looked more and more welcoming especially the more expensive and fancy and "european pillow topped" they got. We managed to avoid buying one but got a sense of prices so now its off to look for bargains online.
But the jetlag makes it very hard to concentrate on anything for any amount of time. Although, I did just spend 20 minutes watching sassy try to catch a fly that's buzzing around the living room. Very productive.
I've also heard it's harder to adjust coming this way (this way being west) and it definitely feels like it. But that also might be that when you travel and things are different feeling out of wack time wise is just another layer of feeling not at home or an otherness. Being back in Seattle where everything is familiar and routines are realigning themselves, I just feel a bit strange. Strange like I'm stoned or something, like everything is moving too slow. Jeremy and I tried to play tennis yesterday and I felt like nothing worked right, like my arms we're going in different directions and when it was his turn to serve my mind would just wander off and I'd forget that we were in the middle of a game.
We are in the market for a new bed which is a long story, but none the less we are. Jeremy coaxed me out of the zombie zone I was in and we went down to the new mattress store on Capitol Hill. It was good to get out of the house and get some coffee and walk around and try to feel normal. Jeremy observed that maybe the timing wasn't right, maybe shopping for beds when you are jet lagged is like shopping for groceries when you are hungry. He might have been right, each bed and mattress combo looked more and more welcoming especially the more expensive and fancy and "european pillow topped" they got. We managed to avoid buying one but got a sense of prices so now its off to look for bargains online.
But the jetlag makes it very hard to concentrate on anything for any amount of time. Although, I did just spend 20 minutes watching sassy try to catch a fly that's buzzing around the living room. Very productive.
posted by Emma Rose @ 16:46
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