My family started our COVID lockdown on March 16, 2020. I remember it was a Monday and we had snow the day before. It was such an odd time. I remember just a week before my husband and son went to Monster Jam and I was a bit terrified if we were making the right decision. Was it safe to go into a big arena and be with thousands of people just to watch monster trucks? Were monster trucks really that important?
Looking back, I am so glad they went. Otherwise I would have heard about it for an entire year — “When can we go to Monster Jam?”
It has been quite a year, and if you had asked me this time last year, I would have told you that you were crazy that we would have been home this entire time.
If you asked me if I would do it again? Honestly, as fucking hard as this year has been, I would.
I got to spend precious time with my husband and son. Time I will cherish. I would never have had the opportunity to spend all this time with them.
I was thinking today, how some days I see and interact with my husband throughout the day, and on other crazy days I never see him and we talk via text from the basement to the second floor between and during Zoom meetings.
I was also thinking that while we are always in the same home, we fight less, we have more time, and while it is stressful with a five-year-old, it has been pretty damn amazing.
Now — that doesn’t mean I don’t want things to go back to normal. I really miss people. And going out. And our old life… but when we do get back to normal it will be different. We will make different choices.
What have you learned after one year of lockdown? I’d love for you to post a comment and share!
