Few things get me excited like the sound of a closing zipper—not only it’s satisfying, but I associate it with packing, therefore going places. It’s not just a weird sound fetish, it’s what it entails.
Except when I’m packing to go home. Suddenly, I’m not that excited.
I should be. I’m looking forward to seeing Feng, this part is exciting.
As for the rest… Ottawa is way too familiar, nothing changed, and we’re facing the same pandemic uncertainties. For the second year, we’re all realizing that the virus isn’t vanishing during summer and no one seems to have any idea what fall is going to look like.
Can’t be worse than last year when we had no vaccine, right?
Yeah, but at the same time last year we had something to look forward to—a vaccine. Now, most of us did the best they could getting vaccinated as instructed, yet apparently we need a third dose, more time, more patience, more “flattening the curve.” News still revolve around COVID cases, except probably in Afghanistan and a few other places on earth where there are more pressing matters to deal with and epidemiologists aren’t being interviewed every hour.
Mark asked me about Halloween yesterday. I shrugged. “No idea. Could go either way, like whatever kids are at school anyway… or holy shit, unvaccinated zombies going door to door!”
There are many aspects of life in Canada I’m not comfortable with right now—the upcoming elections, the fact the border is closed (except to Americans, who in turn closed their border to Canadians, go figure), the lack of consistent nationwide decisions regarding how to deal with the pandemic.
We were lucky, we had a good summer. Now it’s time to go back… and jump unto the unknown, once again.