So when we saw the 100 kilometer limit on how far we could
go the first thing we did was look up how many kilometers were between us and my
in-laws’ place since my kids have been asking to see their grandparents. Unfortunately it was more than 100
kilometers. As a compromise we decided
to meet in between.
So today would be our first “real” outing since the
lockdown. I was pretty excited but when
the time came I found myself, I don’t know to describe it, slow. It was like I had forgotten how to make
myself presentable to leave the house. Shirt
with matching pants, a bra.
A mask.
Since most public places remained closed we decided that my
in-laws would bring their camping car and we would find a spot in the
countryside to have lunch.
It was nice to be out, to have a change of scenery but I
couldn’t completely relax and enjoy the moment.
For some reason I felt like we were doing something clandestine in broad
daylight.
I think this was because of the reclusive nature of our outing. I mean the first thing you do when you go out
is to try to find a spot not around other people. And if people do come and talk to you, you
kind of step back (to be prepared to keep one meter away). Also half your face is covered by a
mask.
Basically I was behaving like as if I had just robbed a
bank.
This will definitely take some getting used to.
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