Borders

The politicians race to put up barriers to this insidious disease as its second wave quietly screams through our Victorian community. New South Wales daily transmission rates stay low; shaking heads we watch the numbers with a nagging feeling that it's coming our way.

We were doing so well, reopening the economy; the world watching on. Not anymore. The toll of the second wave is high. I had been holding my breath, waiting for New Zealand to confirm that we are part of their bubble, opening up the possibility of seeing my little NZ family. Victoria's case numbers brutally ruling out that possibility as confirmed by the NZ prime minister earlier this week.

I feel immune to the virus. Perhaps I'm so emotionally spent that I can't be bothered fearing for my health right now. I can't picture a time when I will see everyone face to face again. As I let go of hopeful anticipation I feel myself slipping down another rung into the despair of 2020 as the hope of travel just falls away.