As we continue to stay home and adjust to a new normal, I’m aware of the ebb and flow of emotions. A genuine introvert, I don’t mind being home. I can easily work from here and although our house is not very large, there’s enough room for our family of four. We have lots of books, movies, board games, music, video games, and art supplies. We can bike and walk our neighborhood. We’ve had bonfires in the backyard. I’m grateful. I’m also really anxious. I’ve felt anger and sadness. I struggle with the ambiguity of it all. The waiting is heavy.
Occasionally, the introvert in me feels frustrated by trying to find a quiet space in the house or by so many people walking the sidewalks of our neighborhood. Sometimes it feels like the walls are closing in on me and, in these moments, I miss wandering my city.
Wandering downtown with a camera in hand soothes me. I love the connection. I can breathe.
I like the hum of the city streets. I can lose myself in the sound of traffic and random conversation.
I long for the shadows and light; the architecture and perspective. I long for community and space.
I miss watching stories unfold and wondering about people as they rush past me on the sidewalk.
I’m aware that this is where my mind wanders to these days when I’m feeling most anxious. I’m home, but my head is in the city.
What are you longing for these days besides the essentials? What routine or hobby do you miss? Where does your mind wander? I’m interested and I’m listening.