It’s late May 2020, the world is still confused. Coronavirus is still in control. Lockdown restrictions are starting to lift but life is still far from normal. I honestly can’t see life going back to what used to be normal. Life is very much on hold.
I’m no longer feeling as frustrated, now it’s more a sense of resignation that I feel. I’m resigned to the fact that life won’t ever be the same as it was before. Resigned that I won’t be able to travel anywhere this year. I feel like I’m preparing myself to dig in for the long haul.
I’m trying to keep my routine as normal as possible, doing my laundry and cleaning at the weekend. Working 9 to 5 during the week. I know that my productivity plummeted last week. As crazy as it sounds, I need a break from work. A break from the mundane routine of everyday life. That won’t happen though, any break from work will see me stuck at home with nowhere to go. I feel trapped. I feel bored.
We’re six days into the first phase of lockdown being lifted here. Too early to tell if it’ll have any impact on the number of new cases and further restrictions being lifted. 2020 feels like it has lasted years not just five months. It has genuinely been the longest five months of my life.
Never again will I take for granted being able to visit my family, go on holiday, walk in nature, eat in a restaurant, hug my friends. All those things that I so enjoy. I’m longing to do them again. I really hope I don’t have to wait too much longer. I know that I will hold my loved ones closer and tighter when I can.
