Quarantine diary - Day 5



Today was the long-awaited day I get 15 minutes of fresh air and freedom!!! A good part of the morning was spent daydreaming on placed I’d like to travel to. Then I got my dose of healing through meditation and yoga. I proceeded to watch video essays (with extra enthusiasm).  


The last hour leading up to this highly-coveted 15 minutes went by excruciatingly slowly. I kept myself occupied by reading “On The Road,” which is supposedly my favourite book but now I’m not so sure seeing a I dozed off twenty minutes into it. I woke up to a harsh knock on the door which signalled lunch delivery. I had half of this amazing Mediterranean salad - half because I wanted to save some for later. (It’s this thing that I do). Lunches are better than dinners at this particular hotel, or so I’ve noticed. 


Before long, the clock struck 1330 and it was time. HALLELUIAH! After layering up and putting my shoes on, we proceeded to take the lift to the concierge. 'We' was me and Siddharthreddy, my guard. 


As I walked around the perimeter of the hotel and breathed the Melbourne air, my heart smiled and it was as if I heard a voice whisper, “You are home.” Despite the circumstances, there is one thing I am truly happy about - that I am home.



The rest of my day planned out as normal. Conversations and catch-ups, some reading and exercising, some letter-writing. And now I’m going to have some food.

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