Until recently, every Thursday four good friends came over to my craft room. We share an addiction to paper, rubber stamps, dies, and more. We make greeting cards together. But it’s more than that. We laugh, tell stories, and give perspective on each others’ lives. And then laugh more.
I work at the messy spot on the left, above. You’d think I’d be out there a lot because, well, home quarantine. The dark, unreadable sign on the far wall says, “This is my happy place.” It truly is.
But I miss all my people. It makes me sad to be there without them. My phone vibrates all day with texts back and forth among us.
I’ve always thought myself an introvert by nature but social distancing is giving me a new perspective. I miss my card-making buddies. My lunch group. My book club. The puppy raising group. The Community Emergency Response Team. My neighbors. Who or what do you miss?
My wife would fit right in with you and your friends. She is hooked on card making and loves it.
I miss my grandchild and my kids … I’m in the risk group and they shouldn’t visit me … I’m so sad! I don’t know when this misery will end …
First of all, your cards are beautiful. Very nice. I miss pretty much the same things as you. I used to eat out with friends at least twice a week. I’m missing that. My art club should be meeting and I’m missing the fun we have together. I’m missing being out at museums and concerts. I’m missing being at work four days a week solving problems for people. It’s just not the same trying to do it remotely.
That’s a nice setup for craft projects and friends.
I miss being outside for long walks, enjoying nature and people.
I think of myself as an introvert too but now I’m realizing how much I miss the weekly gatherings at the local pub with pals.
I’m missing my favourite deli.
That is quite some craft room. I really am in introvert, my phone pinging with messages would drive me nuts. My phone is staying nicely quiet other than an occasional chat with brothers and sisters to check they are going OK. I do miss catching up with the old folk at church in our country town, they were my connection which what was happening about the town. I am not a “joiner” so don’t participate in any other local groups.