I missed those days when my husband and I would roam around the city and visit nearby shops, especially the 1 Euro shop where we often delight ourselves with materials for our next creative project.
Since the pandemic, I haven't gone out of the house that much, which is triggering the agoraphobic me. Back in the Philippines, almost two years ago, I recalled myself unable to out at least two meters away from the house in fear of something, particularly meeting another human being, which is haunting and confusing, at the same time. Because social interaction should never be something we're afraid of, right?
Yet, the pandemic has been triggering that fear once again, and I'm afraid it would take over my head once again in full power. And once it does, I would find it difficult to immerse myself in a new country and interact with other people, which could substantially affect my life, marriage, and well-being.