Today we took a "scenic" drive, just to get out of the house. I took my camera along, just in case we happened upon actually scenery without people, but we didn't. There were people everywhere it felt like.
There are two things that strike me about all this.
First is how people, even people who think they're doing a good job, still don't understand how serious this is. Things like going to visit your elderly and fragile parents isn't a reasonable activity, actually, and that sucks. But unless you're not even going to the grocery store or pharmacy, you're being exposed, and even if you've been a total hermit, it still hasn't been long enough for most people to say you're fully in the clear.
I mean, there is the flip side, people who are so freaked out they can't handle it. The "I need to cry now" and "I can't listen to the news anymore, it's too much". And I get that it's overwhelming, honestly. I think I'm just jaded, because this isn't my first rodeo with making choices and sacrifices because someone I love is literally at risk of dying. If I don't listen, or I get too emotional, I'm going to make bad choices. I've lived with this responsibility for what, 12 years now? With it's companion feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop, literally every day for like 13 years or more even. So I'm used to it, and trying to be patient with people who aren't - while hating everyone who still blows this off as no big thing.
Second though, is how do we ever go back from this? How do we trust it's safe again? (Even if safe is only ever "safe" anyways.) Like normal people are now looking at things in new ways, and germophobes like me are spraying the mail with Lysol before it can come in the house, and on our drive we saw some rocks that would be fun to climb on maybe and were empty but all I could think was "but people have *touched* those").
I'm struggling with the facts of our cruise. I don't see how we're going to feel safe in July to go, even if the ports and borders reopen and the cruises are running. I want to go so badly, but not if it's going to be a miserable time of "don't touch anything at all ever" and suspiciously eyeing ever person we come into contact with. If we cancel in the next 2 months, we'll get all our money back, so no harm there - except our airfare, which is non-refundable. The airline changed it to get a credit to fly by next March, which does us zero good, and even if they extend it a credit out to next summer like ... who's saying 2021 is gonna be better? So we might just be out that money, which sucks, or we can maybe try to finagle a refund from our travel insurance.
How do we get back to where we were before, in terms of comfort with being around people, and travel, and going places?
That's one of the scariest uncertainties for me.
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