We're also awaiting our test results, everyone feeling healthy and there are no symptoms, but we'd still like to know, all the same. Besides, we feel like we deserve that piece of paper, giving us the all clear.
We've decided to drive up north, despite family thinking we're mad. Maybe we are, but after being cooped up in a room for 14 days, the idea of driving out there in the fresh air seems far more enticing than sitting crammed on yet another plane. It will be nice to see some of the country.
So now we begin planning life outside of quarantine. Strange how everything had been put on hold. Friends remark how quickly it seems to have gone; much less so when you're living the experience. Whereas our focus has been on the day ahead - filling the hours and keeping busy - we can now start to think about what we want to do in the coming days and weeks. An alarm has been going off all morning, outside in the distance. Inner cities are just noise, noise, noise, regardless of the time of day. Much prefer the peace and tranquility of the countryside.
I wonder if the man outside the door will miss us once we're gone?
