Cabin fever

I don't know about you, but after a few weeks or months I go stir crazy in Moscow. I am not a city person at all. "Why are you living in Moscow then" you cry? well...good question! I'm here because of Mrs Englishman's work. I am here due to money. That's the cold, hard, brutal truth, that's a fact. I am not here for the love of Russia or for the love of Moscow. I do not like cities, (any city), I hate cities. Give me some green rolling hills, a lake or river and fresh air and I am a very happy bunny. Put me in a city and I am a caged animal pacing back and forth in my cage dreaming of my escape. I went on the Metro last night, at six in the evening and there were so many people that I was literally carried along crushed between sweating, fur covered, smelly bodies down the escalator to the train. It was my idea of hell. It's not natural, or normal. Economic necessity forces all to cities and to use city transport systems. It goes against nature, it goes against the natural order.

I have to get out the city, to flee, to run naked down the grassy hill, throwing my clothes on the ground jumping into a fresh lake, to wash the dirt and grime from my body and soul, to purify myself of smoky Moscow. This maybe a slight exaggeration and perhaps I need time on the shrinks couch or is it a mid life crisis? But that's how cities make me feel. I get cabin fever. I must escape and run to the hills. We are doing just that, in a few weeks and getting out of Russia for week for skiing in fresh mountain air. My idea of total heaven. After a few weeks of being in Moscow, that is how I feel, I wounder if I am the only one to feel like that? maybe you do to after living too long in a city?