This re-entry time is scary as fuck. I've purchased tickets to events twice now and chickened out both times. ( happy to support those artists even though I didn't make it) I'm not able to be in crowds yet, even though I'm masked and vaxxed and triply boosted, I don't feel safe enough yet. Been seriously isolated since before the pandemic and it's morphed into my way of being in this world. I don't see myself integrating back into society. Like, not at all. I'm feral in ways I'd never imagined I could be now. And I like it.
Oh my twin. I hear you. Today as I was tidying campers and watching the to do list grow before my eyes, all in the interest of letting strangers near me—well I did have a fantasy about selling the ranch and living in my camper. I also like being feral.
Crystal! What amazing timing. I literally just got home from taking my guest to Esther’s Follies. I had a tension headache all day for a variety of reasons, a huge one being fear of leaving the ranch. I am now triple boosted, otherwise I’m not sure I would have gone—would have definitely masked if I did. I feel like I just took a mini version of the vacations you describe. I worked on 6th street thirty years ago (!) and going back was not only not a nightmare, but I felt oddly calm in the chaos. But then, chaos always did feel like home to me. I do hope you get to make another one of your trips soon. But I know how hard it is to rationalize going, esp with covid still taking so many people down. See you VERY soon!
This re-entry time is scary as fuck. I've purchased tickets to events twice now and chickened out both times. ( happy to support those artists even though I didn't make it) I'm not able to be in crowds yet, even though I'm masked and vaxxed and triply boosted, I don't feel safe enough yet. Been seriously isolated since before the pandemic and it's morphed into my way of being in this world. I don't see myself integrating back into society. Like, not at all. I'm feral in ways I'd never imagined I could be now. And I like it.
Oh my twin. I hear you. Today as I was tidying campers and watching the to do list grow before my eyes, all in the interest of letting strangers near me—well I did have a fantasy about selling the ranch and living in my camper. I also like being feral.
Crystal! What amazing timing. I literally just got home from taking my guest to Esther’s Follies. I had a tension headache all day for a variety of reasons, a huge one being fear of leaving the ranch. I am now triple boosted, otherwise I’m not sure I would have gone—would have definitely masked if I did. I feel like I just took a mini version of the vacations you describe. I worked on 6th street thirty years ago (!) and going back was not only not a nightmare, but I felt oddly calm in the chaos. But then, chaos always did feel like home to me. I do hope you get to make another one of your trips soon. But I know how hard it is to rationalize going, esp with covid still taking so many people down. See you VERY soon!