Between the dots #7

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9 June 2020

Do you know that feeling where you simply don’t know how to feel about what has happened? Let alone putting those feelings into words? Well, that’s how I felt last week. And that’s why this edition of between the dots is a little late. I hope you can forgive me for that.

The sweet

The last month has been an emotional rollercoaster. Unfortunately not in the best of ways, but in the midst of the chaos there was still some beauty. For example, the morning we left home at 4.15 to watch the sun come up halfway across the country. My 31st birthday. And the day I received the keys to a garden only ten minutes away from our home.

The sour

Before the world came to a halt, I was going to be in Nepal for six weeks. I was going to leave on the evening of 4 May and I would return on 13 June. Rationally I know it’s a good thing I’m safe at home, but in general I have a hard time coping with change. So spending these six weeks at home instead of on a mountain has been hard. Not because I’m some spoiled little brat, but because I was really looking forward to spending some time by myself. Well, who knows what happens in the next year. To mark the moment I was supposed to see the sunrise through an airplane window, we went on a small adventure and watched the sunrise a little closer to home. It’s not the same, but I do think it’s important to find a way to give space to feelings of sadness.

The everyday

The past month I found day to day life quite hard. Mainly because of the government regulations concerning COVID-19 being less strict, resulting in people not keeping to the regulations at all anymore. Being in public spaces has become so difficult I tend to avoid them completely. It’s a good thing I have my own garden now, so I can still go outside whenever I want.

At the moment we’re even watching less TV then last month. I believe we only watched a couple of episodes of Masterchef Australia and Money Heist, and I watched the miniseries Hollywood, but that’s it.

Last month I wrote a would probably start experimenting with my sourdough starter. Well, I did. And I hated it. In the end it felt like the starter and I were at war. But I might write a story on that another time. So the best thing for me to do was to throw it out. And I have been much happier since. What I did pick up was experimenting with quiches again. Still something with dough, but far less demanding. I think you might see some of those recipes popping up in the next couple of months.

That’s it from me for now. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to, so don’t be shy and share your stories as well. Until our next catch up.

Love, Hester

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