Another Rosh Hashana at home with just the three of us, but this year we couldn’t blame it all on Covid—lack of planning was also to blame. We both are working from home is great, but it has us both running a bit ragged and somehow despite having saved all this commuting time, there is still no time to think and plan. I suspect the general state of alert and Covid anxiety contributes too, but it seems like the days pass by so fast and suddenly POOF there’s a holiday we forgot to make plans for. Still, it was nice to bake a couple of rounds challahs, one for us and one for a neighbor who also celebrates. My matzo ball soup isn’t as good as my mother in law’s but it was still tasty and no one complained!
September 15, 2021
I feel really home sick. I want to hug my mom and dad. I'm worried that something God forbid will happen and that won't ever happen again. I want to hug my grandma. I want to see my siblings and nephews. I want to see my friends. I feel cut off. And I'm unsure when the day will come that I will get to see them. I wonder if I will always be wearing a mask. I wonder if ... 'when I was young, before COVID', is how i will start stories to my children and grandchildren (if/when I have them). Will this ever feel normal? Will I always be mourning my loss? Will I always be wanting to be somewhere I am now cut off from, forever?
October 29, 2020