2020 is almost over. That is a statement of relief to most of us, with a glimmer of hope at the end. Some lost great and profound things this year. For others, they survived just by the skin of their teeth. For me, it was luckily only frustrating and scary. However, but the fact that I got married this year (despite having cancelled my big wedding, but lets not go there) made this year have one very great reminder. This was year of reflection and introspection for me and my (and those close to my) generation.
The year begin with talks of this new virus. Nobody paid much attention to it. After all, isn't there always something popping up in the news? Didn't Ebola happen like a few years ago and we survived just fine? Once March came around and borders started closing and "stay at home orders" started taking shape, the world froze. Most people I knew were frozen scared, nobody traveled, people were hoarding toilet paper (yeah-- remember that?). As months went on and summer approached, we got a glimpse of "hope," people started gathering at parks. Little outdoor kickbacks started popping up, even clubs started to reopen (with food options, and seated of course). But cities found loopholes to allowing people have fun again. I took advantage of it for things like outdoor dining. Heck, we all did.
Then, things got worse again, and man, countries didn't skip a beat when deciding to close its borders to Americans. I was not surprised. Once businesses closed back up I noticed my friends taking advantage of things like camping, hiking, traveling to Mexico, Las Vegas, Palm Springs. They were trying to find a way to escape the suffocation of restrictions, more than the virus itself. The suffocation felt like a hand gripping tighter and tighter around our necks, so I couldn't blame them. I summoned the courage to schedule a trip to Solvang, CA (as you probably saw on my Instagram page). I cracked. I couldn't take being in isolation any longer. I had not taken a trip since I got engaged in October of 2018. Two years without traveling for someone who loves to do so, is like removing the blood from one's veins. I booked a trip in a place that was low with cases, that had lots of outdoor things to do, and seemed safe. My husband and I had a blast. We drank wine outdoors, we ate out, walked around, went to the park, it was lovely.
Suddenly, and almost as if I was waiting for it to happen, I started hearing about friends returning from their travels sick with COVID-19. As if by a domino effect, I started hearing about how those "kick backs" caused 3 of my friends to get infected. And suddenly, everything froze again. It felt like everyone around me was getting sick and I regressed to fear and frustration. Its agonizing to follow so many travel pages social media pages and wonder "how are all of these people all over the world still traveling?" I just don't get it, or maybe I do get it, but I'm horrifyingly jealous.
I'm not sure what will come in the following year. But I fear that borders will remain closed to us for a long time. Next year I predict American travelers will resort to staying within the US for a while, or hop on over to Mexico, until the world is ready for us. I have had a pending trip to England and Peru that I have hopes I could embark on as soon as I can get inoculated. As cringy as it sounds, only time will tell. How have you been coping with being confined to your home? Or have you broken free and traveled anyway?
2020 is over, but the end is not near.
