I miss my old life. I miss my friends. I miss the regulars at Sunday night yoga–how we would all help the teacher close down the studio after the last class and linger chatting at the door. I miss my writing class in the LES studio apartment with a drafty window. I miss the bike shop and the blue cord I had to pull to ring the bell and get someone to come to the door. I liked my jobs. I liked doing them. I miss my old life.
But I don’t want to go back. Even now when I consider the option that tomorrow everything could go back to normal, I don’t think I would take it. There seemed to be something not quite right about my old life. It seemed to be unnecessarily difficult. I think it had something to do with not sleeping enough, not seeing the stars enough, not lying under trees enough, not being held enough. Anyway, I just wanted you to know, when we build a new world after this is over, I think we should have more of those things.
Anne Foster 
Unfortunately I don’t think we will have a new and better world. I think it will be the same old one with new, frustrating restrictions until we get a vaccine and then go back to the old way. People let the old world become that way and I think they’ll do the same again. I hear lots of people say they are reviewing their life priorities but that’s easy when the mortgage is on hold and we’re living on social welfare.
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Sorry for the gloomy reply š
I think you might be right. But I want my silver lining!
i love your stories, anne, and feel similarly to this one!