I miss sitting in the backyard of my parents’ house in Ventura with my sisters as we watch our pups play together. Enjoying the California sun and sipping Chief Peak beer from Topa Topa. I miss running and surfing at C-Street. I miss hiking Arroyo Verde at sunset. I miss eating menudo on Sunday mornings. I miss a life that I created for myself out of necessity when COVID hit in March. A life that I thought I had outgrown and grew tired of four years ago when I decided to move to Washington State for something new at the tail end of a tough Saturn Return.
I returned to my apartment in the Seattle neighborhood of Capitol Hill and to my job as a Director at a school at the end of April. I have tried to pick up my life since COVID hit, but the difference from when I left-off to now in this “new normal,” makes it easy to romanticize the initial shelter in place moment of COVID. You miss what you can’t have and familiarity breeds contempt is at the forefront of my thoughts.
My younger sister thinks it’s only a matter of time until I return and maybe she is right. I do not know.