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.
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.
Sorry for the gloomy reply 😔
I think you might be right. But I want my silver lining!
i love your stories, anne, and feel similarly to this one!