Breaking out

I love my home, I truly do, but I’ve found the need to break out of it.

Our current house is the one abode I’ve actually lived in the longest time of my life. My family lived in two different houses when I was growing up, but the longest period of time I lived in one of those was from age seven to the time I went to college.

Papa and I have lived in several houses in different locations over our 40+ years of marriage but this structure situated on our country acreage is the place we now call home. And I’m most grateful for it. I’m content living here. This place gives me peace.

But…even I, a person who loves her home and doesn’t mind being at home, have grown weary of just that – being home.

Being socially and physically isolated and having to follow sheltering in place edicts that have been forced upon us by government officials determining it was to flatten the curve of the covid-19 pandemic, to protect us from widespread outbreaks, to eliminate overwhelming hospitals, etc. has been difficult to say the least.

We are a mobile society. We are accustomed to going where we please, when we want, and for how long we want. That’s one of our freedoms that perhaps we take for granted and have been duly reminded of during this time.

However, I’m not writing this to discuss the pros and cons of everything that has transpired in the last few months. You have your opinion and I have mine and let’s leave it at that. The real reason I’m expressing this is because basically, I’ve become antsy from staying at home for so much of the time.

Oh, I get out a bit. Of course, since we live in the country, I can go outside of my house for as long as I want and weather permits without meeting another soul. Also a friend and I go walking for exercise and sanity a few times a week in an area where we encounter only a couple people here and there.

Papa and I have ventured out for take-out food occasionally. And since our state governor finally opened up our county (even though we had very few covid cases, we were locked down until he moved us to a “green phase,”) we’ve stopped grocery store deliveries to our front porch and one of us, all masked up like a burglar, treks to the market.

We’ve also taken little jaunts in the car just around our neck of the woods along country roads, just driving for the sake of it and getting out of the house. All we encountered on those outings were other cars, some wildlife here and there, and scenery but not any interaction with other human beings, be they friend, family, or stranger.

We’ve Face-timed our grown kids, chatted on the phone, and I’ve led a Bible study via video conferencing for some ladies from my church, but both Papa and I have yearned to just get out and about, seeing different sights and people, taking a road trip, and simply traveling with a destination in mind, Those aspects are just some of the ways we’ve enjoyed retirement and now it’s something we truly miss doing.

So, covid-19 or no covid-19, we decided to change that, mostly because both Papa and I refuse to live our lives in fear. This week, I’m going to take you, my readers, along for a ride or two to spots we ventured to visit. No worries though, we practiced social distancing when it was necessary and yes, we cared enough about other folks that we wore a mask when we landed in public places.

We traveled to spend an entire weekend at our son and daughter-in-law’s home (several hours away and in the state next door). In fact, every member of our family, which included us, our grown kids and their spouses, and our three little grandchildren, gathered together for the weekend there, the first we’ve all been together since Christmas.

It proved to be a joyful reunion and watching our three little ones play together just made us so darn happy. What a world of good it did for us as we enjoyed fun and fellowship with our family, delicious food, and plenty of relaxation outside on son and daughter-in-law’s back yard patio.

It was just the prescription needed for Papa’s and my bit of melancholy over social isolating and to put aside any smidgen of fear that keeps permeating the news and air waves and threatening to engulf us.

Tomorrow, I’ll share our next little journey busting out of our sheltering in place “prison.”

“We generate fears while we sit. We overcome them by action.” — Dr. Henry Link

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11 responses

  1. Hope you can break out even now that our esteemed governor starts tossing out even more mandates that are confusing and making little sense at times. Sorry… small rant. I don’t blame you, though.. little adventures are needed for our sanity.

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      • I’m trying not to rant. Especially on my blog. I’m trying to understand and be careful and listen to all the medical advice but numbers of deaths and hospitlizations are dropping. None of this makes sense. It’s really hurting our local, small businesses and he really doesn’t seem to care.

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  2. Good for you. While I appreciate the seriousness of the virus, and agree with many of the recommendations for safety during this time, I also think too many people have become entirely too fearful. I decided at the beginning that I would do whatever I could to continue living, rather than withdrawing into my house and quivering. It’s kept me sane, and even relatively happy through all this.

    Certainly, I’ve been blessed by the nature of my work. Being isolated and outdoors while working on boats has been standard operating procedure for me for thirty years. Since I could continue that, I was well ahead of the game. And, since one of my primary enjoyments is being in nature with my camera, there were no changes there, either. Granted, I miss travel to visit out of state family, and I despise wearing a mask, but still….

    Two weeks ago, I drove to a town six hours away and visited with an elderly friend I haven’t seen since December. We took a day to drive around the country, looking for wildflowers, just as we always have. It was wonderful — and neither of us has gotten sick or died! I even stayed in a bed and breakfast, and that was pretty darned nice, too. In the end, what we do isn’t so important, as long as we keep living, and stop being afraid.

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    • Yes, yes, yes! I love your wise comment, shoreacres. We must live our lives, not quiver in fear because the media tells us to. Of course, the virus is serious but I wonder how many folks realize that the percentage of people who recover from it is very high. I refuse to live a life of fear.

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  3. *”We generate fears while we sit. We overcome them by action.”* — Dr. Henry Link

    I love this quote and can attest to its truth. My cousin and husband live in Willow Valley, Willow Street, PA and she is going stir crazy too. Such a crazy time, isn’t it? Surely, He is coming soon!!! xoxo Sus’

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