well, thanks for asking, buddy.
actually, since having the moderna shot a couple of weeks ago, i am feeling, well, a little deflated. after hearing so many friends and colleagues rave about the exhilaration that filled their souls as they snapped selfies of the thin needle being pushed into their arm, i was expecting that when it was my turn, i too, would rejoice. i had imagined that the joy would be overwhelming — so much so that maybe i would cry, thank the heavens with flailing arms, or, at the very least, feel compelled to do a thirty second dance party right there in the vaccination seat, onlookers be damned.
instead, i felt spectacularly meh.
after all, what does one vaccination change? nothing, really. i am still not supposed to hug my mom, my friends cannot visit me in my house, and my favourite restaurant is still off limits. we are one step closer, for sure, yet it feels so, so far away.
but not for everyone.
a few days ago, in a twisting line with my kids for their vaccination, we ran into a couple of their classmates, some so excited to get the shot they could barely stand still. one of the moms mentioned that they had already begun booking time for sleepovers and cottage hang-outs.
“i am assuming we can do that now, right?” she asked, lowering her voice. the other mom shrugged her shoulders. “well, no one has told us not to.”