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Before the Covid pandemic, distance never felt like a problem for Simonne Michellebut a year of separation with no clear end has changed that. Skype-scones, we called it. But a six-year-old and a year-old sharing technology across different time zones and trying to cook together was not seamless. There were seams, and tears — often mine.
Wish for the knowledge that, when this was over, those grandparent hugs were a mere threshold away, not thousands of kilometres. We tried in January.
I had flights booked for Perth and then WA premier Mark McGowan announced a snap border closure and we were scuppered again. Now Perth has had another turn in lockdown. It makes you realise nowhere is immune. Even when we have no community transmission, due to the slowness of our rollout we are likely to miss out on travel bubbles and continue to suffer periodic lockdowns for longer than many of us contemplated — perhaps years. This contemplation has me all turned around.
I came to a city I really wanted to live in. I started a family here. I nurtured a successful career here. I rarely looked back at what I had left. I could up and visit home easily. And I knew I could come back any time. The smell of her dishes anchor me to a special sort of terra firma — hood with a foot in two different cultures, and all that came with that. At some point init reverted to being the spare room.
My heart broke a bit when I realised. Covid had denuded our house of a nomenclature that gave it warmth and meaning, bound it to family skype sex now in the absence of family. And then came the day my daughter refused to look into the iPad at Skype-scone time. I went upstairs to tell my British partner about it, but then I saw him in his usual hunkered position at the too-small desk in the makeshift bedroom-office.
I quelled my rising tears and quietly walked out again.
His family are all in the UK, including his two young children. His heart aches all of the time. I knew that. But talking of his children was getting increasingly painful for him. But this is different. I know my experience is not unique. Blended families, spread out, is part and parcel of a globalised world. One-third of Australians were born overseas.
But that world is now in a big, fat hurry to vaccinate itself.
Except for Australia. It makes me nervous and sad, afraid too. So, we wait, my partner and I doing our best to share our inner-worlds — our grief and our hopes, without burdening one another. This article is more than 2 months old.
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