The idea was to go last Fall, but you know.............Covid and no vaccine as of yet. And while we still considered it, places were being shut down, so nowhere to stay. Oh - and we were to meet friends there, though none of us ended up going.
More on the trip later though.
My friends and I have been doing weekly Zooms for the last year - only missing one week, and that was two weeks ago. So, in this weird way it seems like I've "seen" them, when in actuality, we haven't.
While I have seen Becky once or twice during this last 14 months, we kept out distance. And no touchy.
Morty, on my drive to the Cape, I calculated this is longest in our 33-34 year friendship that we have gone without physically seeing each other. While it was momentarily sad, there was instant glee that it would all be changing in a few hours.
I got to see Becky and her husband first. Hugs. Real. Life. Hugs.
I had no idea how much I had missed it. It was internally emotional. Externally too, but mostly internal.
We were not a horribly demonstrative family, so when I saw my sister a week or so ago, there were no hugs. It's not who we are in that setting. And of course, I hug 710 all the time, but you know..........24/7/365. I was amazed as anyone how much I craved this kind of connection and intimacy.
During the course of the weekend, I'd see other friends and we have that physical connection too.
Of course, the culmination is always at the departures. I may, or may not, have given Morty the longest, tightest hug I've given to anyone in a blue moon. I have to say, the weekend of friends might be able to sustain me for a quite a while. I hope it isn't a while, but.......you know, fucked up year #2 is still in progress.
If you are vaxx'd and have the chance, I highly recommend seeing someone who is vaxx'd and make that human touch - the literal and figurative kind.
Song by: Bruce Springsteen