Isn’t it funny how my initial reaction to the news that I am being furloughed, a word that I had never heard of 2 months ago, was one of shame? In a worldwide crisis where millions of people are losing their jobs, I felt embarrassed that I am being furloughed for the next 2 months. Thankfully, this thought process did not last very long as I re-evaluate my position. I am extremely lucky and grateful for this scheme. And, while there is so much uncertainty in the world, I am grateful for this gift of time.
I feel so thankful because among all of this madness, I have found a home at my uncle’s. When the nation was panic stricken by the prospect of a lockdown and friends were leaving London to stay with their families, my compass pointed me here. And I was welcomed with a feeling of safety that I have not felt since before my mum passed away; a feeling of coming home again.
Over the next couple of months, there is a lot to consider. I feel as though the world is undergoing a collective healing at this time, to reflect on what is important and how we wish to resume our lives after lockdown.
Since my mum passed a way, my whole perspective on life changed and I have felt as though I have been walking around with a secret; “pssst, did you know that people actually die and none of what we are doing is actually that important?” All that truly matters in this life is family and being with the people you love, and I feel so lucky to be seeing this through with mine in a place that I can call home.
Today I leave you with a whole album rather than just one song; Norah Jones, Feels Like Home. I used to listen to Norah Jones all the time with my mum, I think everyone can feel a little closer to home listening to her voice.