This week marks 12 months or 365 days of me being stuck in Ireland. No travel. No airports. No jet lag (there *is* an upside to this!).
I got back from what was to be my last international trip on March 10th 2020. At the time I knew that things were getting bad in some parts of the world. but I did not expect to be sitting at home 12 months later in what has now become my main office. It used to be my “home office”. A place I’d do a bit of work from in the evenings, or at the weekend. Or maybe when I didn’t really feel like going into the office.
Now I’m stuck at home.
All. The. Time.
Of course it’s not all bad.
I’ve got things done to the house that I’d have left fester for a lot longer if I was still travelling a lot.
I’ve taken up some new hobbies, revisited old ones and honed my cooking skills.
Hopefully the weather will improve soon, as I’m currently looking out at rain. It’s also rather cold.
Who would have imagined that we’d ALL be wearing masks and NOT wearing a mask would be considered odd?
Or that cooking snails probably isn’t the most outlandish thing I’ve tried in the last year?
March 2021 vs March 2020 is odd.
Looking back there are so many things that we got so so wrong.
Remember thinking that this would only last a few weeks?
At this stage we’ve all probably adapted as best we can to this new way of living. It’s not great and while I can try to be upbeat about it I’m not going to even try to persuade anyone that it’s “ok”. It really isn’t.
Hopefully restrictions will be eased over the next few months and we’ll at least be able to move around the country a bit more. Until then I’ll be trying to maintain what sanity I have left!
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