The past 18 months have been A LOT.
It’s almost hard to remember the before times, when we were all blissfully unaware of what was coming.
The first lockdown happened shortly before a booked solo trip to Croatia. Later in the year my then-fiancé and I had an elopement to Scotland planned. Between the two, there were several short cross border getaways booked. When everything started, in those first optimistic days, it looked like the pandemic would be in our rearview mirrors after a couple of weeks of buckling down (after people panic bought toilet paper and flour, of course).
But we now know that that’s not the way things would unfold. People around the globe have suffered immensely, whether it be through loss and grief, stress and anxiety, life changing struggles.. it’s been A LOT. Added to that is politicizing of the pandemic, vaccinations and even masks. I’ve stopped watching coverage as I simply cannot handle any more bad news.
I know that I’m sitting in a place of privilege. Both my husband and I are fully vaccinated and didn’t have to pay for our doses. We’re still employed and our basic needs are met. Anyone I’ve known personally to have contracted the Coronavirus has recovered mostly unscathed. As an homebody, staying home hasn’t affected my mental health like it has others who thrive on social interaction. I’ve tried typically pandemic things like macrame, sourdough and even roasted my first ever chicken. Plus, cats! We adopted two senior very good boys.
All this to say that things haven’t been too bad for me personally. I’m incredibly grateful for this. Aside from not being able to travel, which has slowly sucked the life out of me.
Cancelling that first trip to Croatia happened as late as I could hold off. In my then-blisfully ignorant mind, I really believed this would be over before it really began. As time passed, booked holidays were cancelled further out as I realised this shit storm wasn’t going to end any time soon. Each time physically hurt. The fear of never being able to travel again is something that kept me up many nights.
My best friend, Stephanie, and I both love Paris. The more time passed, the more insistent we became that we’d head over as soon as health regulations would allow it. Our first holiday would obviously have to be a girls’ trip to Paris. I’m happy to announce that today we’re officially one month out from heading back to Paris!
To celebrate this milestone and our upcoming trip, I’ve decided to share several posts about Paris that have been stuck in drafts for months, when the thought of editing them was more than I could emotionally handle.
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