It’s been over two weeks that we’ve been in a lockdown due to the coronavirus in Spain. Over two weeks that the kids can’t go outside whatsoever. No playing soccer for my son, no swinging in the playground for my daughter, and the only sun they can get is from our tiny balcony. Over two weeks and we are not even close to end this quarantine. The president declared two weeks more of lockdown, but watching the numbers still going up here, and watching our neighbor country, Italy, I think that period might get extended longer.
I have mixed feelings about it. I am grateful that we are all in safe; the kids don’t have to go to school but do their work from home; we only have to go out for groceries and walk the dog. But, there are nights when I lay my head on my pillow, I feel like I am suffocating. I think of my kids, being stuck in our apartment, with no space to run, to play, to have contact with nature, for God knows how long it will be, and I can’t help but feel breathless.