The world is strange at the moment.
I’ve been working from home since the 17th of March and my daily life has consisted mostly of work, tv and knitting, with the odd trip to the supermarket to shop for my household and one or two others. I’ve always been a homebody anyway but the switch from my ‘relaxing evening past-times’ becoming the all-day, every-day normal has affected me more than I’d care to admit.
I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss picking up my camera and driving miles to find somewhere new to explore. I miss my woodland walks. I miss the beach. (I really really miss the beach!) I miss knowing what day it is without having to check the calendar on my phone. I miss being able to leave the house without worrying that I’m going to have a panic attack (it’s happened more than once).
As we head towards June I know that lock-down restrictions are easing. I want to be excited but I’m also very apprehensive about the whole situation. I crave some semblance of normalcy but I fear things are happening too fast and we’ll all be thrown back into lock-down by July.
I’m just so tired.