Early March, Middleburg, VA. My last breath of freedom for a while. I miss travel!
By Caitlin Kelly
It’s been two months now of self-isolation, at least here in New York.
It will last at least another month, maybe two.
I only go out for walks and, maybe once or twice a week, to buy groceries or go to the hardware store or pharmacy.
It makes me feel normal, even though, of course, I’m wearing a mask.
Here’s what I miss most:
Leisurely, spontaneous chats, whether at the gym or on the street or in the hallway or lobby of our apartment building.
Spin class, three mornings a week. Super-fun, energizing and social. Helps with weight management.
Going to movies at my favorite local art film theater, sometimes three times a week, with popcorn.
A lazy afternoon wandering a few blocks of Manhattan, usually with a good meal or a drink.
Browsing stores. I rarely buy stuff, but I do enjoy looking.
Grand Central, taken from the balcony restaurant Cipriani
Grand Central Terminal, the station I commute from to our suburban town. It’s truly gorgeous, a cathedral of bustling elegance.
Having friends over for a meal, setting a pretty table to welcome them.
Sunshine! We have had truly depressing, terrible weather, week after week, with rain and temperatures in the 40s.
Our gorgeous, quiet, large, sun-filled town library with its tall ceilings and windows. I love sitting at one of its long wooden tables and savoring the silence.
Dressing well — make-up and decent clothes and pretty shoes. Not much point now!
Our last big trip, a week here in June 2019
Travel! It’s normal for us to always be planning our next trip, whether upstate to visit friends or back to Canada or overseas. I really really miss it.
A decent head of hair! Ohhhhh, I miss the hair salon.
What I don’t:
The New York subway, dirty and crowded.
Driving everywhere all the time. It’s not healthy for me or the environment, but also typical of suburban life with lousy public transportation and towns without sidewalks.
Too many magazines — we’ve drastically cut back on our subscriptions and I feel less overwhelmed.
Constant airplane and helicopter noise. We’re on a flight path to Westchester airport and live near the Rockefeller estate, so normal life adds a daily barrage of inescapable aviation noise.
Traffic! The streets and highways are practically empty.
Stupid public relations pitches. Normally, I get probably a few dozen every day, none of them of any interest to me. I find it really annoying. Now I get many fewer. Yay!
Robo-calls. Also much diminished.
Oddly, my friends. I’ve stayed in close contact with the people I value most, by phone or email or Skype. The rest? No time or energy anyway.
How about you?