“Courage isn’t having the strength to go on, but going on when you no longer have the strength.” –Winston Churchill
A new variant of COVID was discovered in South Africa a few days ago, and I read about it for the first time during Thanksgiving afternoon. Ice went through my veins. I am three weeks from reuniting with my partner on American soil for the first time in two years. Travel bans kept us separated for 19 months from 2020-2021, until I was able to catch a flight to the EU when they finally lifted their restrictions on us.
The U.S. has already banned travel from South Africa. Israel has shut its borders. With the first cases spreading through Belgium, Germany, and Czechia, I am terrified we are going to close our borders again.
I cannot describe the pain of not knowing when you will see someone you love again. The political grandstanding and security theater of the last two years was an absolute nightmare. The despair, fatigue, and slow grinding misery of it. I wonder if that’s what Penelope felt like, waiting for Odysseus? There were periods of the last two years where the days quite literally felt like I was serving a prison sentence before death.
What happened to me sucked, but I saw worse on social media. People whose partners died before they could see them again. Babies born who grew into toddlers without seeing their fathers. The desperation and sadness of people parted from their families. I couldn’t help but wonder, is this what the iron curtain felt like to people in the 1980s?
I pray, to all the gods, above and below, that another travel ban does not come. That this purgatorial hell of ours is ended, and we can move on with our lives. That with vaccinating, testing, and social distancing we can resume some form of society–because civilization cannot exist like this in perpetuity. I also worry about the creeping loss of civil freedoms and human rights as governments seize “emergency powers”, which somehow they manage to never relinquish long after said emergency has ended. Worldwide it seems like we move more and more towards an autocratic form of government, and while that threat is less immediate than the ongoing pandemic, the inexorable creep is deeply concerning to me. Mainly because governmental shifts like that are almost always like a frog in a pot of water. Except right now, the frog’s sitting in a pot of heating water, but can only pay attention to someone clanging a spoon against the pot lid immediately overhead (aka the fear of dying of COVID).
Being with your partner and family is a human right. I pray we do not become prisoners in our own countries again.