Tonight, I’m going to bed SO excited. I can’t tell you the euphoria I just had, because I don’t know about anyone else but trying to live your life, through a pandemic, especially when you’re autistic and when you’ve no idea when your country’s lockdown will ever end is hard. So I think I finally processed the fact that the British government just gave us an actual timeline. Actual dates. Yes, I’m nervous that there could be a rise in cases, and yes, the dates are ‘subject to change,’
But even having dates is like a sigh of relief.
I thrive in routine, in doing things in exactly the same way at the same time, knowing exactly when things will happen. And since the start of this lockdown, I haven’t. All I wanted was a date on which the lockdown would end.
I’m sure everyone in Britain is breathing this simultaneous sigh of relief.
I can’t wait to take my brother and sister to the zoo or to go swimming or to the cinema.
I can’t wait to eat inside of a restaurant again.
I can’t wait for a haircut!
I can’t wait for meals and cinema and shopping dates and so much more with my best friends. I want to spend so much time together that we get sick of each other! (If that was ever possible)
I can’t wait for concerts and holidays. Musicals! The moment the curtain rises.
It feels like there’s possibility now.
I’m mainly writing this for my future self, who might struggle in the waiting. Here’s what you’re waiting for.
Hang on for this last wait. (PLEASE let it be the last)
There’s so much to look forward to on the other side.
Brighter days are coming, and I believe it this time.