Tomorrow I’ll get on a plane for the first time in 20 months. The last time was when I flew home from Spain; I ended my blog post about that trip with, “…I’m excited about returning to Madrid in the spring”. Little did I know.
Anyway, tomorrow’s flight is significantly shorter: just to Nova Scotia, to see much of my family in person for the first time in even longer. I’m not looking forward to it the way I used to look forward to travelling — I’m sure that’s just the uncertainty wrapped up in this COVID-y travel experience. But I’m definitely looking forward to a week off.