ICYMI I wrote a whole article about having COVID-19. If you wanna know all the details about my self isolation, symptoms and time scales etc please check it out because I’m sure it’ll answer a lot of questions you might have.
Today, after 24 days on my own I am finally FREE.
Free to move into my Mum and Dad’s (lord help me), free to leave the house for one form of daily exercise (whatever will I choose??) and free to stand for an hour in the queue for Tesco! – no sarcasm on that one, I am genuinely SO excited to do my own food shop!
P.S: Only joking about moving back home. As challenging as it’s going to be for all of us, I owe my family BIG TIME for their support recently.
P.P.S: Don’t worry, I have checked with Public Health and I am ok to move in with another household now.
P.P.P.S: I feel fine (and have done for nearly 12 days now). I feel VERY lucky to have recovered as well as I have and I just wish this was the case for everyone else with the virus.
Ok, so first thing I’ve learnt about myself and this one came as a BIG surprise to me;
I don’t mind spending time on my own
For the last four months I lived with 22 other people. Yes, 23 of us lived in one chalet. I know, I too thought it’d be intense but omg it was so. much. fun!
NGL my separation anxiety was bad. I was so used to being around other people that I wasn’t even able to watch a 20 minute episode of something on my own. Basically, I was needy AF.
Having spent this time in lockdown just me, myself and I, I’ve realised I’m actually not that bad of a person to be in the company of. After the initial adjustment I’ve done just fine; in fact I actually kinda like myself. Although, after day 14 I felt like I’d gotten to know myself as well as I could and then the novelty began to wear off. Now? Let’s just say I’m ready for a little break from the voice in my head.
I like receiving attention
Not in an obnoxious way, although some may say I’m a drama queen, but as in I like having an audience. I like bouncing my thoughts and ideas off people. I like talking to people and discussing topics with them. Living with so many people I was used to constant attention. Having only myself to talk to can be PAINFUL.
I am a people person
As well as enjoying receiving attention, I like giving people mine. I like to listen to other people’s opinions and points of view. One of the things I’ve missed terribly is having general conversation with someone – yes, I can facetime people for hours but just sitting and having a random chat with a stranger is what I miss. God help the poor sod who’s stood (2 metres away from me) in the Tesco queue when I first go, I’ll be chewing their ear off.
I like exercise
Not even proper exercise, just a good old walk. I’ve missed the freedom of being able to take more than 10 steps before hitting a wall. Having found myself ‘going for a stroll’ around the living room I can definitely say exercise is a key part of my daily routine.
Music massively influences my mood
This is not exactly rocket science I know, but who knew Lizzo would have me slut dropping in the kitchen at 10am or that country music made me cry so easily??
I’m actually not a bad cook
Anyone who has ever eaten a meal prepared by me will seriously question this, but it turns out if I have all the time in the world and a kitchen to myself (and adjoining surfaces with which I can destroy) I can make a bang average spag bol.
Disclaimer: Considering most meals were consumed whilst lacking my sense of taste and smell my judgement on this one may be a little off; nonetheless, I’m giving myself star baker for my banana loaf in week 2.
I’m a strawberry blonde
Having not had my hair done since before I left the island in December, my roots are now down to my chin and it would appear I have a public apology to make to my sister. Lucy (or Ginge as she’s affectionately, and aptly, named) I’m sorry for all the times I took the piss out of you for being Ginger. It would appear that I too inherited the ginger gene from dad – although mine is more of a ‘ginge tinge’ compared to your coppery locks, there’s no denying the orange is there.
My natural skin tone is ‘practically translucent’
Not much to say on this other than thank god for bondi sands and their ultra dark tan.
I need to be busy. Like, all the time
Ok so my first 2 days in isolation were pretty chill, but come day 3 I was so restless I was bouncing around the sofa like Tom Cruise that time on Oprah.
Is anyone else unable to go through their day without having some sort of purpose to it? Because I’ve found myself writing to-do lists featuring the most mundane of tasks, like, ohh I’ll feel accomplished today if I wash the 2 pairs of pyjamas I’ve been wearing on rotation, hoover the 10m2 space of carpet I occupy and rearrange the fridge for the 3rd time this week.
I’m a social drinker
I know everyone has been dealing with this situation differently, and for those of you who have found yourself reaching for the rosé at 1pm, I DO NOT JUDGE YOU. This is coming from the girl whose main accessories for the last 4 months were a beanie and drink in each hand. You do you, honey.
I don’t know if it’s because Bridget Jones ruined any romantic notion of drinking on my own but I just seem to only enjoy drinking when it’s in a social setting. Speaking of… that first sip of a Dark Fruits down the quay on the first sunny day after lockdown? *drools*
I am a hugger
Ok no, I take that back immediately. Maybe ‘I like human touch’ sums it up better…but I’m not sure how I feel about that sentence.
Normally I can’t stand someone hugging me; if you all of a sudden pull me into a tight embrace I will likely recoil into next week. I was actually overjoyed when I heard the enforcement of 2 metre distance when queuing because, honestly, that feeling of someone breathing down your neck while you’re waiting to pay… shoot me in the face.
IF however I invite you into my personal space, arms outstretched, then yes, I like that. It’s only when you go this long without feeling the touch of another person that you realise how much you miss the simple things like a hug. My friend, Grace, said the other day, and I quote, “I’d honestly take a punch in the face at this point to feel the human touch” and I felt that (no pun intended).
I am a planner
It is a common joke amongst my friends that I have a spreadsheet for everything (actually it’s not a joke, it’s a fact). I love nothing more than organising the shit out of everyone and everything in my life. Some may call me a control freak, I call it being organised. But when life is put on hold and the extent of my planning becomes ‘what I can ask mum and dad to bring in their weekly food delivery’ I find myself itching to fire up Excel, get on skyscanner and see how cheap I could do a 6 week interrailing trip around Eastern Europe. I’ve tried the whole ‘live in the moment’ thing but it doesn’t really have the same impact when that ‘moment’ we’re living in lasts for over 3 weeks and doesn’t show signs of ending any time soon.
Time restraints give me anxiety
I’ve found not having any deadlines to my days quite liberating, but trying to motivate myself to do anything without a deadline? Yeah that’s hard. I mean why do I need to get out of bed in the morning when mornings don’t really exist any more? Time as a whole has become a very loose point of reference for my day. When the clocks went forward, I forgot to change the one in the kitchen, so it got to like 11pm, or midnight actually, before I realised I’d spent the whole day an hour in the past, and honestly, it made absolutely no difference.
I like kids but I defo don’t want them any time soon
Seeing all you mums and dads balance parenting, homeschooling, working from home, and generally surviving lockdown as a normal human being. I salute you!
Don’t get me wrong, I love kids and I would one day like to have some of my own but yeah, this global pandemic has made me realise I’m not fit even to be a plant mom let alone a real one any time soon.
Yes, Ginge, this is my way of letting you know I’ve killed your plants.
Sorry, I’ll add it to the long list of things I owe you for while staying here.
The final thing I’ve learnt, and probably the biggest revelation, is that I bloody love the Isle of Man.
Now, I might be opening myself up to a lot of abuse here but I’m not going to lie, when I left the Island in December I had absolutely no intentions of coming back. In fact I distinctly remember calling my parents a few days into the season and declaring that, Jordan Belfort style, I wasn’t fkn leaving!
I’ve since come to realise it isn’t the Isle of Man’s fault; No, it’s not you, it’s me. Or at least it was. Before leaving the island, I wasn’t experiencing the best of what the island offers. I wasn’t playing an active role in the community – or any role in it tbh. I also never really got out to enjoy the natural beauty of our island (ironic that I have this revelation after spending 24 days very much inside).
Coming back to the Island I was dreading the transition from life in a lively ski resort to a quieter island setting, let alone the prospect of spending so long without anyone around me, however, in these last 3+ weeks, I’ve not once felt ‘alone’.
I’ve had so so SO many people reach out to me to check I’m doing ok, offering to drop off food and calling me because they’re concerned when I mention that I’ve just gone on my 5th scenic walk around the living room that day. Not only have my friends and family been a lifeline, people I hardly know and even complete strangers have offered their help and it is so touching* to see.
*metaphorically speaking. Remember, no human contact for 3 weeks ha. ha. ha)
So I suppose I owe the Isle of Man an apology. You’re not so bad after all. In fact, you’re really great and there’s no place I’d rather be right now <3
There’s another revelation actually, I can be wrong. Who’d’ve thought??