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It’s only been two weeks in our 6-week Lockdown 2.0 here in Melbourne, Australia. I sat down at my desk with the intention of creating something new to put into my Etsy Shop. I turn on my computer. I plug in my tablet. Grab my iPad and a notebook. But nothing happens.
One Saturday morning we made our way across town to IKEA. Restrictions of the first lockdown had finally begun to ease up and people were starting to head back out into the world. But I wasn’t prepared. I have gotten used to not having to be around people, especially since I have been lucky enough to work from home.
I’ve realised how much I love working from home and do not mind the isolation. It was an easy adjustment for me. I spend the majority of my life as a loner anyway. I am too different to most people. Hello childhood trauma: I was the dark brown kid that was called all kinds of awful names, and so, at a young age, I had learned to be on my own.
The noise of the shopping center seemed utterly loud. People milling around manically from shop to shop as though they had never been in one before. Suddenly, I can’t stand being out. The fear-mongering news reports got to me, I want to stop breathing in the air that could have the virus flying around and I didn’t dare want to touch anything or anyone one.
I wanted to run straight back out. But once you’re in IKEA, that’s it you’re sucked into their weird maze of ensuring you go through every, single display section. He came here to get a particular table for the hallway and I was in search of new white curtains. We wandered about trying to avoid as many people as possible, but it was useless. Once we finally found the thing, disappointment fell over his face.
We ended up coming home with a completely different hallway table. I had found new white curtains and what a huge difference a simple curtain change made within the space. Everything is lighter and brighter and I am happy with my amateur interior designing.
I’ve also been someone who wants to have a good space around them. Surrounded by pretty things, like a vase of flowers, various crystals, indoor plants, and odd nicknacks. When you’re someone who spends the majority of their time at home, it makes sense to ensure you’re surrounded by the things that make you happy and to act as a reminder of how lucky you are.
Which is why I get perplexed when I hear about people who can’t stand being locked up at home. After all, isn’t home supposed to be a sanctuary? A home is supposed to be the place where you can finally let go and not have to worry about anyone judging you. A safe place where you can hide away and not care what is happening outside.
If I didn’t have my small side business or creative hobbies, I’m sure I would be going crazy being in lockdown. Being an introvert does come with a lot of advantages. As I write this I have my headphones on listening to music, I am warm and cozy. The second cup of coffee has kicked in and my hand is scribbling madly across the page. Before I was flicking in between a gazillion tabs opened up on my computer. I read my daily horoscope. I looked for inspiration on Pinterest. Checked my emails and read various how todos. I open up Affinity Designer, only to end up reaching for my notebook and finally writing a blog post. This very blog post. With an added twist.
On top of my search for the truth, the world is slowly getting madder and madder…