Germany has extended the lockdown… again. It seems like Easter will be extra strict this year and even though we had an Easter in lockdown last year, this year seems so much worse. Things aren’t getting better, the government invents inefficient rules left and right, the vaccination program goes so slowly it may as well not exist and meanwhile the walls of our apartments seem to close in on us. I lay on my yoga mat at the end of the session, trying to relax, but I just couldn’t. It’s like I’m starting to feel a year’s worth of frustration.
Spring is making its entry. My head fills with ideas for walks and weekend trips. I daren’t even dream of holidays. Last summer I made an amazing trip to Crete in Greece. It was a paradise on earth, where the pandemic was present, but not controlling my life. But this summer? What will this summer be like? They’re talking about a third lockdown, but the second one never ended! We’ve been in lockdown since November! Since a week or two you can go shopping by appointment. I wouldn’t call that the lift of the lockdown. What about the gyms? What about entertainment? What about anything that can get us out of our daily rut?
I sit on my bed, where I sleep. I stare at my desk, where I work. I push away my carpet, small table and chair, to make room for a workout. I live in my office. I sleep in my gym. I have one room that’s supposed to be it all. Every day it’s getting harder to deal with the current situation, without knowing when it will end. Will I be able to travel at all this summer? Or will we be stuck, waiting for the country to catch up with the vaccinations? What good does a vaccine passport do when you have no chance of getting a vaccine? There is no light at the end of the tunnel. There isn’t even a flicker.
The only thing that keeps me sane is to reminisce about times past. The good old days when I was on the road as a tour leader. The days I flew down mountains on my skis. The amazing food I ate while exploring South East Asia. The shop in Iran where I bought my gorgeous miniature painting. That time I did a beading class in Laos. That skirt I bought on a market. My life is full of memories. So I’ll keep reminiscing, trying not to feel stuck. Trying not to feel trapped. Trying not to get discouraged by every decision, every news article and every hope that is taken away.
Rant over…
Ramblings to ease the mind