I don’t think I’ve ever been as stressed out as I’ve been as last few days. COVID cases in the US are rising steeply, now we’re back where we were at the end of April. And while I try to avoid paying attention to politics, even wearing a mask is politicized.

I feel like retreating into my shell and staying closed off from the rest of the world. At the same time, I’m making a last ditch effort to find a job here, although the prospects are dim. That means for me getting ready to move back to Germany at the end of the summer.

It’s hard to believe how life, and the world, has changed since I was in Barbados two years ago. Life was simple, chill, relaxed. The water blue, and a rainbow after the regular afternoon rain. There is no way to roll back time, but if I could, that’s where I’d be right now. A glass of rum punch, and chilling in the sun.

But pushing reality aside is becoming more difficult by the day. Even if I want to, I’d feel safer with my face mask, a serious face mask that allows me to hide from the outside.

Sinful Sunday