Here I am lying back on my bed and planning my Saturday. Just done with my first cup of morning joe. How is it that two years have passed by and I am still adjusting to the thought of Saturday mornings spent not on the beach or underwater or some other city we intended to explore until we are so tired of walking around and the only other thing to do left is to take out your physical tiredness on your travel mates as one way of communicating you are already hungry, craving for a coffee refill, and could eat a whole cheesecake by yourself?
Ah. Such memories of pre-pandemia. Even our ultimate trip of the Euro last 2019 was flashing back in my insta and Google photo memories. Still thankful to God so much for that timely chance before a long, forced hiatus on travels even locally.
I cannot help myself but I am having these thoughts of planning "the after" and "making up" for lost time. Except that a huge part of me knows nothing is really wasted. Sure we can always muse about the "should haves" but the worldwide reset and rest may be something we all needed anyway. I hear someone saying, "what's rest?".
Anyway, we cope and recover differently. And yes we are getting back to "normal" now. I am seeing more and more travel getaways from my friends and people I follow in instagram and my kid brain is going bananas on picking each clip and putting it on my mental cork board.
"Oh, that!.. I am going to do that!"
Picked and tacked on the mental vision board .
"Oh that! I am going there!"
Picked and tacked on the mental vision board .
And then their reels and their stories end and my vision board goes back to its invisible locker.
I already have a clutter of fun things to do labeled : SOON.
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We are 324 days in already for 2021. Few more days and we are in for 2022. But we are mostly excited for the upcoming Christmas. There is that phenomenal, global excitement looking forward to that occasion - all with various different reasons.
I had this plan before to try spending Christmas away from home just for the kick of it.
If I'd be spending Christmas elsewhere, how would I celebrate it?
Our Indochina trip way back 2017 was supposed to be that. But I changed my mind and opted to miss out the last days of our trip so I can spend Christmas with family while my two buddies pushed through with the Ha Long Bay cruise. I am yet to strip myself off that thought of causing the kids to ask, "why was tita not with them" in that family picture.
So that is still a pending discovery. I am excited to know where I would be finding myself some Christmas else where. Haha.
For now, though, sticking to the now. Saturday with limited time because I have to face work before midnight again for midnight support.
I am enjoying this laying back, watching the soft, cool breeze of December blow my blue room curtains, planning on a sundown jogging half praying for a miracle of lesser people and lesser kids in the boardwalk though I know that will be impossible to wish for on a weekend with eased-up restrictions and the Christmas coming soon.
Hours before the sun down, I could use a little quiet time by a view of the bay (or the sea) coffee in hand a good book, a pen, and a nominated notebook.
Reality bites and that would be tagged as SOON, too. Let us see how this Saturday rolls out. There are side tasks that need attending to.
It is a plan.
How is your Saturday working out?
What is your brain spill? π
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I think we are still in denial of what had happened the past two years because who wouldn't? With all the losses that we have had. Those are things we can't bring back.