2020 has been awful. I'm not alone in saying this, and I'm one of the most privileged people in this pandemic. I still have my (very well paying) job that was already remote and I have an apartment in a city that focused early on prevention and masks. I'm able to spend my money helping my family in a downturn like this, and I honestly don't know what I'd do if I weren't able to pitch in for my parents groceries, or help my sister get to a doctors appointment.
My partner and I are on a road trip. I know, I know. This is not the time to leave. I've been silently (and sometimes not so silently) seething watching people on social media go to parties, see friends and have fun. I've been jealous, but also afraid that the first time I venture out I'm going to get sick secretly, and kill someones grandparent. That has been my energy for the last six months, and I hit a breaking point where if I didn't have somewhere to go I would just become a negative, mean person for the rest of my life.
We've planned out trip with every single stop documented. Where we would eat, get gas, how much time we had between bathroom breaks and most importantly what cities and towns were asking for no outside visitors. Hotels where possible (with big tips for cleaning staff) and an airbnb for the week that we're in Walla Walla. I'm already breaking so many of my own rules just leaving my 3 square blocks that have become my entire life that I needed to feel like I was at least observing things like that.
I got to see Crater Lake, which was beautiful. Even with the smoke in the air coming from California, the fires I'd just escaped, it was stunning. We went down to the water, and I jumped in which is a big deal because I'm terrified of water, but I feel like I'm terrified of everything in 2020. Sometimes, you just have to take the plunge. The hike back up from Crater Lake is .. not easy. I'm not in shape and have been inside for six months.