We hit the road.

Three days shy of the three month anniversary of quarantine, I finally headed out into the world. 

The only activity I had since March 15th when we arrived home from the Celebrity Edge cruise was daily walks and a couple Meals on Wheels deliveries. 

A gas station in Georgia was the first store I'd entered in months. Glenn and I decided to drive to Indianapolis to spend a week with my family. Everyone needed a break and change of routine. 

We packed the car with food, Lysol, hand sanitizer, water and coffee. I loaded up my phone with audio books, podcasts, and comedy specials and we hit the road. 

It felt like we were going back in time to "before COVID". Sure, we saw a few signs on the highway to wash hands and socially distance. When we stopped twice for gas, no one was wearing masks. I actually forgot about COVID for a few hours. 

I had a great chat with a friend this week about re-entry. I'm not ready. I'm not ready to go to a grocery store, restaurant, gym or bar. I am very lucky that I don't have to.  I felt like I could control the road trip - two quick stops for gas and bathroom. Don't touch anything you don't have to. Lots of hand sanitizer. 

The past three months have an emotional boot camp. So many feelings to sort through all the time. So many decisions to make. I am a planner. Living in uncertainty and a world where everything seems to change every day is a daunting challenge.