Now that it’s clear that the virus is here to stay, my government explained (a bit) what to expect. A long period in which nothing will be normal. We can’t stop the virus from spreading, the only thing we can control is the speed of spreading to prevent hospitals from being overrun with patients. In the meantime we will keep our physical distance, wash our hands repeatedly, isolate ourselves when needed, and can only hope for the best when infected. That’s a clear message.
It is a hard message, because it will mean that normal life will be disrupted for a very long time. Deep worry resides in my body. I mostly worry about my parents’ health (my dad has a weak heart) and being the unlucky one when I or the Man gets infected (and chances are that will happen at some point in time). At the same time I want to make sure Daughter’s days are filled with fun activities.
I’m grieving for the innocent life we could live up until a few weeks ago. I don’t look forward to the days, weeks and months to come. We all have to look for a new normal in life. I’ll find it, but it will take time to get there. How long? I really don’t know.