Here is Miss Hoggy in Tbilisi, trying her best to navigate Georgia in her very unique culture, only to realise, that at her age in Georgia, she’s supposed to be married with kids. Let me tell you all about it, with a glass of Georgian wine and this view.
Georgia is very fascinating. She’s trying very hard to shake off the remnants of her Soviet past and making some sort of gain to catch up to the present. You’ll noticed it with all the construction going around the city. Trust me, that jackhammering sound is everywhere.
Along the road to the city from Tbilisi airport, I saw many Soviet apartments right next to a futuristic, glass building. Wish I could take pictures of them if my driver would just slow down! It’s almost as if time is running out. So Erti, Georgians drive like there’s no tomorrow.
While all these commotions are happening, Tbilisi Old Town just lies there by the Kura (Mtkvari in Georgian), looking ever so elegantly. It’s so beautiful here, especially at night, when everything is lighted up and you have the dancing fountain to entertain you, you can afford to be elegant, Old Town. Speaking of elegant, the ladies here are really fashion forward. They strut their maxi skirts and heels all around town, so effortlessly, while I make my way around town, sloppily, in my sandals. Ori, Georgian women always dress to kill.
Speaking of which, as a fellow woman, a foreign WOMAN in Georgia, you cannot avoid the marriage talk, no matter how unprepared you think you are, for the BIG thing I mean. Because you’ll meet someone your age, in the mid-twenties, with kids in primary (or elementary in the States) school. And suddenly you’re thinking, what have you been doing the past 5 years? Hehe, guys, you can’t escape either. The bebia (grandma) and deda (mum) of Georgia will match-make you with a nice Georgian girl once they find out that you’re prime and available. Sami, family (or family making) is Everything in Georgia and they start young.
I suppose those are the jarring contrast that I think it’s the most obvious to me, a supposedly empowered westernised Asian woman. Ah, being Asian, that’s an entirely different story. Just as I’m combing through living in Georgia in babysteps, getting used to counting with erti, ori and sami, responds in ho and ara (yes and no), Georgian’s boundless hospitality has made me forget our differences. As we soak in more amazing night view in Tbilisi, with more Georgian wine, I will tell all about my secret love affair… with a dictionary.