Traveling in a fucking pandemic

This is the first time I’ve travelled or rather taken a plane anywhere since coming back from Berlin in January (2019 And to say it’s weird doesn’t do it justice. This is an activity that used to fill me with joy excitement and wonder! I looked forward to the uncharted fun, new experiences and people that lay ahead of me. But walking thru the airport.. all it does is fill me with a sense of loss. Loss of freedom, loss of a love I once had, loss of excitement and spontaneity. Although I am finally at the airport… it’s pretty empty, most of the food stores are closed… and although there are ppl flying… no one looks excited or brimming with happiness. True, it’s hard to decipher those emotions from the faces I see..as every face that used to be smiling is covered by a mask… but everyone’s demeanor is somber. It feels morose. Like we’re all being made to attend an event that we have to take seriously and pay attention to.

True these thoughts are trivial in a way- first world problems? As many might say. I could be unhealthy, I could be without a job or I could be just in a worse way than I am. But these thoughts fill me with a sense of sadness and loss. Will we ever go back to living a carefree existence? Will we regain our sense of wanderlust and awe? Nothing will be the same.. but that’s ok right? change is inevitable- change is ever changing and all we can do is direct the change (To quote – hoping for a tailwind! Follow his blog)

Life needed to change.. that seems apparent. Life needed to be better. We needed to be better. Get better. Better, kinder, more thoughtful humans to one another and our planet. So that’s the thought I’m going to hold on to. This is the metamorphosis of our lives… the transition to the amazing people we needed to become.. the transition to an amazing life. One that will still bring joy excitement and freedom. All the while being conscientious kind and thoughtful to one another. Watch me get covid! FML lol