I can't really make a resolution. 2020 is still lying on the floor laughing at my list from last year. On the 31st we wrote on wish paper, lit it and watched it rise off the table and fall in floating grey ash clouds.
What I hope happens this year is that we get enough vaccinations out there that our front line workers are safe and the deaths in care homes from COVID end. I feel somewhat confident that by Summer time we could see case rates fall to levels low enough to risk a road trip back to Canada with extreme measures of course, renting an RV to corral the kids, and quarantine at each end. We *could* be reunited with family as soon as June if things go even better than planned. I feel fairly confident that the kids will return to some kind of school in person in the fall of 2021.
I don't think we'll really truly take a family holiday till Summer 2022. Our dreams of returning to France or doing a trip to Northern England, Scotland and Ireland might be possible then. Or what about getting back to Asia...
We wonder what world travel might be like then. Will EVERYONE be suddenly taking the trip of a lifetime just because now they can? Will the usual haunts be so crowded that it's all like the Louvre in August or will people step out cautiously... maybe the financial ruin of the pandemic will still hinder most from taking the risk.
I do feel wildly optimistic about one thing, 2021 has got to be better than 2020. To that I raise a toast, may we meet in person some day not too far off and HUG. Seriously, think about it. Hugging.
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