Missing Home Sweet Home
For today's blog post, I didn't really know where to begin. It's been nine months of uncertainty and being stuck inside. Rudd House will always be my second home, and I appreciate all of the precautions and measures that the nurses and doctors are going through to keep me safe. At the same time, I find myself missing the comforts of home.
I am missing the hugs that my niece and nephews used to give me on a weekly basis when we would get together for Sunday dinner. Now that COVID has reared its ugly and deadly head, my family can't see me like they used to. Now, only one person can visit a week, and only for 20 minutes. I remember one of the therapists saying to me, "that is love," because my parents drive 40 minutes each way just to get here for a visit that lasts only 20.
I'm really blessed and thankful to have the family unit that I do. I appreciate the lengths they're willing to go for me. They have helped me stay sane and find a deeper strength that I never knew I had. I tried to make the best out of the recent Thanksgiving. I put on my best clothes and placed a smile on my face for my housemates, and somehow I got through it thanks to my sister and mom, who brought me food and a little bit of home.
Right now, this is the new normal, but it won't be that way forever. Keep your chin up, people- soon, we'll be able to go back to our home sweet homes.