Just got back from the most beautiful weekend away with my family in the countryside. I was really apprehensive and downright scared to go with rona and my health etc. but it was fucking lovely and I feel incredibly choked to be home. When life is so monotonous and routined for me, being away from it all is something I cannot begin to find the words to explain. Things like these are such cherished breaks from reality and something I try to savour every single second of. It’s really surreal to me to be unmasked around my family who I never spend time with indoors unless there’s been a pre isolation period. I really hope and pray that moments like these begin to feel less alien. I don’t think anyone can begin to underestimate the importance of human contact when it’s scarce. I long for the day when it becomes normal for me to hug people, to share the same indoor spaces etc. coming home to the enormous pit of dread I have waiting for me is a really horrible feeling. I’m just gonna hold onto the weekend I’ve had and celebrate the small lapse from the stress of day to day life and remember it when I feel shit. The ‘smallest’ things like sitting on the sofa with my mum and sister and being silly / playing card games together etc mean the most to me. It’s a reminder of the inherently human / social parts I’ve become so distanced from. Hope everyone has managed to find moments of respite this weekend and big love to all ❤️❤️