We actually SAW people last night. Indoors. Less than six feet apart. With no masks! I know! Slap-your-face amazing!
We’re all well over two weeks past our second shot, and while we still fist-bumped and air-hugged, it was heady stuff to consume a beverage while having an in-person conversation. One thing about the pandemic, it’s offered a legit excuse for avoiding other people:
“Yes, we’d love to get together, but you know, Covid. . . .”
We got to thinking about the after effects of this past year plus, and all the people embracing this new work-from-home dynamic, often realizing they could live anywhere. The son of a friend of mine and his wife are moving from Florida to Missoula, Montana, of all places. They’re avid skiers, and when the cold gets to them, they’ll just fly to Florida and rent a place for a while. It’s a whole new fluid way of living, but does it come at a cost?
Three of us there last night are retired teachers, a job that’s inherently social.
As a high school teacher, I routinely saw around 120 kids each day, plus whatever faculty I might encounter. While one of us is still teaching part-time remotely, we all agreed that on a long-term basis we would have missed the daily interactions and casual conversations in the workplace. And so often, the best way to reach a student was a moment by their locker, or when they’d stop off at our desk before they started their day.
I can’t imagine being at home for both work and leisure. It would be like experiencing a pandemic that never ends. Not everyone has a job that translates well into this remote world, but for those that do, will there be a societal cost?