I have to sit with this number a minute. 142. Nearly five months of days in essential solitary. Being careful so I can see thousands upon thousands of more days – hopefully not in this tiny apartment but out in the world. Wondering what I’ll do to “celebrate” day 200, which, if I’ve calculated correctly, will be the last day of September.
I have a few days off between now and then. Still really can’t go anywhere or enjoy those days. I have a week off in October, and who knows if I’ll be able to go anywhere by then. I certainly won’t be traveling by plane any time soon. Hopefully, by car. The car I pay for that sits in its spot most days now. The least I could do is take it for a long drive.
Even now, my thoughts immediately escape to their happy place – a mountain lake or beach somewhere – someplace I can go that’s not here. While I love my little space, where I can look out the window at the clouds that float above, I long for a different patch of sky.
For now, I must appreciate what I have, and change my scenery when I can – either through my imagination or my photography – and I have decades’ worth to work with. One day, I will look up at a different patch of sky and know I made it through.