By Caitlin Kelly
Making plans — breaking them.
Planning a vacation — cancelling it.
Thought we were safe? No, not for a long long time.
Powerful essay on Medium about this:
What if the pandemic just never ends? What if the New Normal is not some accommodated version of the old normal, but instead is just…this? What if what we are experiencing now — this constant state of anxiety and change and daily back-and-forth and in-and-out of masks and lock-downs — is what the 21st century will be? What if the economic recovery is DOA or if it somehow only makes things worse? What if this is just the beginning of much larger and more frequent health, climate, political, and economic disasters?
Jose and I were so looking forward to attending a wedding in Memphis, Tennessee in early September. It would have been our first flight in two years and our first visit out of state. We were so excited! The women getting married, a couple we met on Twitter, demanded proof of vaccination, which we were fine with.
Then, proof of negative tests. We cancelled.
I have no objection to their request.
But the pleasure was quickly leaching out of what was to have been a relaxing break. That state now has hospitals so full there’s no room left.
We had planned a month’s driving trip out to Colorado and back in October. Cancelled.
We had already planned and cancelled Hawaii or Paris.
I’m hitting bottom right now.
I admit it — I’ve been spoiled since childhood by travel being a normal and expected source of pleasure, one easily accessible. Not in luxury, necessarily, but always owning a valid passport and a reliable vehicle and having an insatiable hunger to see more of the world.\
I’ve already been to 41 countries — and there are so so many places I still want to see!
Morocco, Japan, Namibia, South Africa, Madagascar, the Baltic nations, to name only a few…
And we miss our friends in Ontario and Nova Scotia and Paris and London and Scotland…
I chose to move to the U.S. and, since Biden’s election, my pulse rate has dropped from the daily anxiety of being “governed” by a madman for four years.
But the endless divisions here, and endless fawning media coverage of people who refuse vaccinations — endangering all of us — are tedious as hell. Thanks to them, going basically anywhere is dangerous.
And — most concerning — even the vaccinated can carry a lot of this virus, unknowingly infecting others while showing no symptoms.
Like all of you, we work hard.
Like all of you, we need things to look forward to!
And, as I write this on our balcony, planes soar over our heads, as we’re on a flight path from the local airport.
These days, all we can anticipate is constant change — and disappointment.
A bit more of the essay:
the pandemic has put life into perspective. It has made crystal clear that love and health are what’s important in this life. The rest is what it is. We must be grateful for what we have, find joy wherever we can, and be incredibly patient with, well…everything else. In cultures that have survived war, that made it through bombings and mass killings and attacks, people turn to all that does not change for comfort and hope. As their day-to-day reality changes around them, they find solace in anything that is constant and unifying: their food, their language, their songs, their fairytales, their games, their age-old traditions.
Right now, I have to take solace in what we have and can enjoy that COVID can’t destroy:
our Hudson river view
a town we love living in
a new (woman!) governor who’s a badass
deep and abiding friendships
Manhattan, literally, on our horizon, there when we need a break from snoozy suburban life
a home we’ve made beautiful through design, renovation, art
a good hospital 15 minutes north of us
we are both vaccinated and will take boosters when and if they are offered
lovely places to walk and bike outdoors safely
books and music and card games and puzzles to amuse us
How are you holding up these days?