Wilfred sweater (similar)
Zara trousers (similar)
Jonak babies (similar)
Mango belt
Celine handbag
Celine sunglasses
Linjer ring (c/o) (similar)
Maris Pearl Co. earrings (similar)
Location: Foro Traiano – Rome, Italy
…what can I say, I can never resist a good pun – the opportunity to use all blank everything as a title was simply too good to pass up.
It’s been another grey month since we got back from Rome, and the reality is, often, things do feel a bit blank. Life is returning to something like what we once viewed as normal. I go out more, wear my mask less often, sometimes even forget that I was in the habit of never leaving home without it just a few short weeks ago. But it doesn’t feel quite whole or real yet, and filling the space between the moments of normalcy is difficult after two years of reading all the books, experimenting with all the new (or long forgotten) hobbies and watching every series on Netflix. It feels, at once, like there is nothing left to do at home and like I don’t yet have the stamina to truly resume my old life.
And maybe I’m also not quite ready. After all, I’m still wary of unfamiliar people, especially those who admit unashamedly to being unvaccinated in mixed company, without providing further context. I still look around rooms I walk into, wondering where everyone has been, what air they’ve breathed. And I worry, sometimes, about the damage I could inflict by unwittingly sneezing in a crowded shopping centre. I want to go on, but how? That’s the question I can’t answer, the blank I still need to fill in.
And so I wait, a bit listlessly. The space between holidays – and we have just booked our next one, a joyful return to Athens, in September – is a vast open space, waiting for me to fill it, but the question remains… when and, with what, exactly?
