Here in Italy, and particularly in my province, we are quarantined, in total lockdown, from 50 days more or less.
I’m quite lucky because I have a nice, roomy and bright flat, with a very large terrace where we (me and my husband) love spending time taking care of plants and flowers. And also, we have the little Benji that keeps us busy and provides tons of love and joy.
But indeed, it is quite hard. I used to fill my life with outdoor activities: skiing, mountain biking, trekking, or simply walking on the hills around our village. Now all of this is forbidden. Also, I always loved planning small and big travels, and now I don’t have any idea about if and when we will be able to go out of our region.
Starting from 4th May we would be able at least to go out of the home to do some sports – it seems.
It’s a small breath in this stifling time.
I know that this could sound egoistic and shallow.
Here in Italy and in the whole world, the CoVid caused so much suffering and deaths, and I know that these are small things compared to that.
I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, but after the first weeks of fear and tears, now my mind is really going to burn out due to this kind of prison life. Also, my feelings are very fluctuating: in some moments I tell myself “Hey, you have anything you need – food, love, house, health – you’re so lucky! Enjoy these moments!”. But there are other moments in which I just would prepare a backpack and escape, and in some sense, it’s like my mind erases the existence of the virus, living in a parallel universe made of my home only – and thinkn’ “why I should stay here still in lockdown??”
Anyway, they say that this is the final rush and we do not have to give up now – we do not have so much choice, I think.
Memories are the worst part: travels, dinners out, coffees with friends and families. Often, while I’m doing something, it happens that some pictures raise in my mind, suddenly and apparently without a reason: that late afternoon in Croatia, when we reserved a table for dinner in that small restaurant; that breakfast on our way to the mountains, little sticks of a life that now seems so far and so wonderful.
Anyway, stop complaining.
I would like just closing this post sharing some “postcards from my quarantine”, to add a little color to this umpteenth quarantine day.
Cara Valentina 