It's officially 6 weeks since I've been in self isolation that began 13 days after I arrived to embrace another year of travelling abroad. Luckily I'm a person who doesn't mind change and even though I was initially saddened, I feel like I stepped up to the challenge - up to now. I've stopped painting and dancing for a couple of reasons. After a while, in what for me is basically solitary confinement, you lose interest in a routine when you're nearing the end. Painting and dancing I stopped because I was worried they would become forever linked with quarantine 'feels'. It's like music albums, there was one that I listened too when I was 18 and feeling utterly miserable about my life; it was a great album but I can't listen to it without being taken back there (I don't mind jogging because that's something I won't be continuing when I get back!!!).
Only two more days to go and what's getting to me is the crumbs on the carpet. I try hard not to drop them but if you've got no plates and you're eating out of tiny plastic equipment, it happens. I keep sweeping them under the chairs and under the bin with one of the hotel slippers, the only piece of cleaning equipment I have. They're going to get a shock when they move things. But no other complaints. The food has improved greatly, they've been sending us a newsletter with crosswords, horoscopes and helpful anti stress exercises and I haven't had to brave a supermarket for two weeks. I will miss the police and nurse calls to see how I am but in two days, I will be free to shop and clean out the cupboards in my house. Yay! Not.
This year is certainly very different for a lot of us that had other plans about how it was going to pan out but I have coaxed out my creativity (that had gone into a foetal position in the cupboard of my mind ) and I've welcomed it back gently so as not to scare it. I have breathed through panic stations and found bits of me that I'd kept locked up for one reason or another so all in all, I am grateful.
I am still binge watching Big Bang Theory and eating every cake they send up, embracing the carbs so to speak, (they don't particularly like me but maybe that's from the fear of them throughout high school when most girls were eating carrot and celery sticks for lunch), maybe they like me now. I'm letting them in to see.
My headspace is still full of memories from last year. This is in Ortygia, Sicily where I studied Italian for three weeks.
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