Strange days

Hello peeps. How you doin’? All good here; everyone is in good health and spirits, going into week 5 of the lockdown. It’s a strange time for sure, but it’s also strange how quickly one adapts to what is now our new everyday life. We are of course very lucky to live how and where we live, and so we feel grateful for what feels like a pause. And again, I stress how lucky we are to just be able to feel that we’re on pause, and not losing family members or our livelihood (not yet anyway for the latter, but that will hit hard once society opens up again, but there’s no point in worrying about it yet, as there’re nothing that can be done about it). It’s all so surreal, and equally surreal is how strange life just a few months ago seems, and how we just took it for granted. So, looking at these pictures from our summer holidays in France last year now feels like 10 years ago, from a bygone era where holidays were not an abstract concept like it feels like now. These were taken in the neighbouring villages to where we were staying, and weirdly that same feeling of being on holiday is where we are at now, but knowing full well of the nightmare that is going on at the same time out there. Strange days indeed.

Just read this blog post on the Modern House Journal, and I think it perfectly sums up what I’m feeling right now.