Traveling in the time of Covid19

Upstairs, down and up the big hill behind our house, a quick trip to the local one-person post office, and a bit longer drive to the service window to get a mini Blizzard when it is just too hard to stay confined a second longer. No expensive airplane tickets, no souvenir shopping, hotel rooms or dinners out! I have saved a bundle! I may have saved enough that if I survive the pandemic I can travel first class around the world—take the Siberian Express or the Orient Express. I probably won’t have the cash for a trip to outer space but if I’m going to dream big, than why not!

Instead, I have traveled inwards, journeying into my imagination. In addition to the more philosophical pursuits, I have traveled through decades of travel memories while rummaging through the long since stored boxes of photographs, or remembering major shopping trips as I try to cull my closet of more clothes than is decent to own.

Staying confined does not need to be confining…your borders are the limits of your imagination. I am flying free and far—to infinity and beyond.

Published by Carole J. Garrison

I’m a conversationalist, an observer, a passionate participant in life. And now, in my later years, I’m a recorder of the lessons of my life through essays, stories, and novels. I live in the fourth moment of life, just outside the normal distribution of most people and it is from this place that I write. View more posts