I’m not ready

This article is published in Vanity Fair issue 18-19 on newsstands until May 11, 2021

My friend Adriana is worried because this year she got used to living at a different pace. Before, he always traveled and worked: he is an engineer in a large transport company. But this year they have almost always left it in smart working, and at half time. Adriana has no children and no longer parents, she only has a husband and the dog Arco, who have never been so happy because now she is always with them, she is relaxed, cheerful, cooks and takes them out (Arco).

Adriana has several friends, whom she sees more often than before, even if only outdoors (she calls us in turn in the park where she takes Arco).
Adriana lives in Milan and I pointed out that, since she is from ’61, she can book the vaccination: I had the impression that she was pretending to forget about it in order to have the excuse of delaying the return to normal as much as possible. “I had never experienced the satisfaction of bringing seasonal change coats to the laundry or replacing the burned out light bulb: I had lived fighting against time for thirty years”, he told me on the phone (he never called before), ” but now I have even learned to grow aromatic herbs on the windowsill, do you realize? ».
I had to reassure her that, before the second dose of the vaccine is given and she returns to a more or less normal life, it will be almost Christmas. “Thank goodness,” he replied. “I know I shouldn’t say that, I feel guilty about those who have all those problems, but I’m not ready to go back to my old life yet.” I reminded her that man is above all an animal of habit, and that, when he resumes traveling two hundred days a year, three weeks later he will have forgotten the basil plants. “Maybe they could, but …” she began, and I thought she was going to add “I’ll miss my husband.” Instead Adriana said she just doesn’t know how she’ll do it without going to the park every day (with Arco).

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