I love brunch.
Great on a sunday morning, the perfect hangover cure, brunch is the epitome of a weekend well done. I didn’t realise I felt this strongly about brunch until last week, when the country went down to level two, and brunch and I were reunited.
You’d read this and think I had strong feelings for bacon and eggs, and I do, but truthfully, it’s not just the food. It’s the time spent with others. The last seven and a half weeks haven’t been easy. A lot of what we’ve sacrificed is our connection with others. For me, spending time with friends at brunch over the weekend, felt like a time to reconnect. The simple act of sharing a meal, talking about the last few months and enjoying being somewhere that wasn’t our homes for the first time in a while. Going out for brunch became communion.
It’s exciting to be at level two. I know it has its limitations and it’s not complete freedom. Whilst I haven’t missed traffic, it’s relieving that the roads are busy again, people are out and about and are supporting local business. I know that all of this won’t fully resolve the economic downturn that the pandemic has brought on, but it’s nice to see that businesses are opening their doors and people are flooding back in, helping our economy recover a little bit each day.
So, for now, avoid your assignment, go out for brunch, reconnect.
We’re all (mostly) free again. What a time to be alive!
I don’t know about you, but for me, everything just feels better. Studying from home is less of a chore now that I can pop down to the beach when things get dull. Driving around the city is way more relaxing without the constant fear of being pulled over. Even just going for a walk outside feels different. I’ve been walking almost every day of the lockdown, but there’s something about walking under Level 2 – that air just hits my nostrils different, y’know?
Anyway, I’m sure no-one gives a fuck about my nostrils, or how many times I’ve gone for a walk this lockdown. You’re probably all fixated on one thing: now that Level 2 is here, you can finally go see your mates. Hooray! I hope you enjoy it. But if you are going to see mates, just remember: don’t be a dick about it. Stick to groups of ten, try not to bounce around all over Auckland, and make sure you keep the coughing on surfaces/licking surfaces/coughing on licked surfaces to a minimum.
Otherwise, enjoy. I spent my weekend chilling with mates for the first time in over a month and a half, and it was fucking awesome.
Oh yeah, and uni is still a thing. Probably shouldn’t forget about that stuff, eh.