So about a month ago, my first work trip was cancelled… my boss said don’t worry, you can re-book a trip to LA and we’ll see you soon.
And since then, this has blossomed into a pandemic and we are all doing our part to #stayhome. We cancelled our 10 year anniversary trip to Italy (still no refund, thanks Norwegian…), all of our work trips have been put on hold (there might have been a quick trip to London for Husband), and we have started ordering groceries and takeout.
While I feel very fortunate to have a place to spread out and my own home office. I have a job to do in that home office that is keeping me busy and looking forward. I have more than enough yard chores to keep me busy and I found a few boxes that need sorting.
But I can’t help but feel dread. Dread that this shelter in place is going to last longer than just a few more weeks. Dread that when things do “return to normal” some of my favorite restaurants, bars, and shops won’t be there. Dread that I will run out of things to keep my mind busy. Dread that this welling of emotions is never going to recede.
But I know it will. And when we get back to “normal”, whatever that means, I will have more dinners out and beers on the patio! I will travel with gusto! And I will appreciate the hugs that I can give and receive. And I know that I will always have some hand sanitizer and lysol wipes in my bag…