Sometimes for us, it meant just leave the path behind us and go explore into the woods. Here there is no one and it’s almost like we can pretend we are away from it all.
In a way, I envy my parents. They have their hideaway in the Algarve, and I am so glad they have used it fully throughout this pandemic. I don’t have such a thing here and that’s when we have to think differently.
Where can we find that elusive place when you want to feel safe. I’ve found out this week, it’s nearly an impossible thing to do if you go out. Stress levels constantly on high, people everywhere and no social distancing.
Other times, it feels like we’re on lockdown again and we can only go to our small back garden. In years to come, we will hopefully have funny stories to tell, on how I showed my son to take pictures with my camera or phone, on that same garden.
But mainly my hideaway has to be to let my mind run free, either by creating things or by reading. I am surprise how I never tire of going through my old photos and see what else I can do with them. If they sell is a bonus, I am truly making things for my own pleasure.
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