What a start of a decade it has been.

It's 2020 and what a start of a decade it has been.

Wowee.

It has been almost a year. Though, I do visit this space often in hopes of keeping myself checked, a reminder of me to me.

My last entry was about grieving through the loss of my mom, honestly, entering the 2nd year of her passing and I have to admit the grief isn't getting any easier. Time heals they said, well that's a lot of bollocks.

My only entry in 2019 was an homage to momsie on her birthday, throughout that year I have been keeping myself busy, planning a wedding. Yes, A WEDDING. Happy things!

Apart from keeping my mind occupied with the wedding planning itself (technically it is a grand elopement) the reason behind our (partner and I) decision to a matrimony was/is an homage to my late mom as well. One of the last few conversations I had with her - before heavy reliance on morphine (mom, not me) was the year and the date of this pledge of commitment. But...everything took a nasty twist.

On the day of writing this, I have been homebound for nearly 2 months. A pandemic outbreak took hold and still holding this plane where humans reside.  The world outside doesn't seem appealing and I'm sure those with the utmost logical sense is holding on to what's is essential - going out for what's essential.

Social gatherings are impermissible, international travel is barred until an unforeseeable future - there is no vaccine. What a start of a decade it has been.

Being homebound indicates that all I have is time, despite my lucky break with keeping a job during these trying times, I have more time alone letting my mind wander to the memories I had with mom. So does time really heal?

A pandemic indicates that our wedding isn't happening to the way its planned. But a blessing we had is this mind of ours - curating contingencies in ensuring the sentiment of this decision is still intact.

What a start of a decade it has been.