It’s now been well over a year since the Covid-19 pandemic started to creep its way around the world. Surely, we thought, by the middle of 2020 this would all be over. Fast forward to the middle of 2021 and I feel like nothing’s changed. Once upon a time I was glad to be in Australia as cases ravaged through other parts of the world. Now, I wish our vaccine rollout was half as good as Cuba’s.
As Sydney finds itself in a lockdown, so many of my plans have had to be cancelled. Trips home to be reunited with my family, holidays interstate to catch up with long lost friends. All cancelled. Border restrictions between states and territories have come to feel like playground politics, some kind of you-can’t-sit-here threat, but I understand why they are necessary.
When messaging around the vaccine is so mixed in Australia, the supply is low, and people my age aren’t even eligible to get it unless they have underlying health conditions, it’s frustrating to say the least. On top of that, I feel that Australia has become so isolated because of how inward looking we are. We’re normally known for having community spirit when a bushfire or cyclone destroys peoples homes, however I don’t see much of that spirit now as the virus impacts on peoples’ livelihoods.
I have so much to be grateful for, I really do, and I’m doing my best to remind myself of that each day. I’ve kept my job, I am safe, I have a supportive partner and a reliable circle of friends. I can’t really ask for much more than that.
There are currently 626 active cases in the Sydney region, and until that number dips to below 100 I don’t see much changing. I guess it’s time to get the puzzles out again.