Every day of this isolation it seems I remember another place I’ve been. Some are familiar, routine locations that I’ll go back to when this is over while others are from my distant past; places I’ll never return.
Right now they all feel the same – distant and unreachable. I started making a list:
- McDonald’s
- EB games in the mall near my house.
- The little pet store beside Blockbuster in Gatineau that we visited a couple times over a decade ago while renting movies with friends.
- My grandma’s condo.
- A roadside cowboy themed souvenir and western wear shop along the trans Canada highway where I bought a rabbit skin when I was 17.
- McDonald’s.
- My friends’ house where we like to cook together and wrestle with the kids.
- The Baskin Robbins where I always order peanut butter chocolate ice cream.
- My local yarn store that sells hand dyed wool and Soak woolwash which I am running low on.
- The London Children’s museum that I went to as a child with my family and on field trips, and then brought my own daughter to many years later.
- McDonald’s.
- My office with its comfy ergonomic chair and people to talk to.
- A Christmas store in Frankenmuth that had the most diverse selection of ornaments I had ever seen and the hotel we stayed at nearby when Eleanor was a little, just-barely-walking, baby.
- Camping with my parents in our tent trailer on Lake Erie when I was a kid.
- The library on our way home from school/work where we visit with our favourite librarians.
- Straßburg, France where I saw a double decker carousel that included a giraffe in its selection of animals, and we went to an Italian restaurant that put shrimp and curry on their Hawaiian pizza.
- McDonald’s
… I think I’ll make burgers for dinner.
