Level 4: Five weeks of hermit life at level 4
September 19, 2021 My flights have been cancelled 3 times since I really thought I was going home. I suppose they were cancelled many times when I didn't believe I was going home. I didn't trust anything until vaccines were rolled out to everyone who wanted them in California. And things were looking very good then. I scheduled my flight for August 29, decided when to give notice on where I was living, decided to go see my parents in New Mexico, go to Zozobra and my burning man buddy was going to possibly come too. And so was my niece and I was going to meet her. I was going to fly through San Diego because- before the pandemic- I started to get paranoid about getting sick from being stuck in airports. I've decided Los Vegas is a big no-no (as I got a cold in December 2019 from being stuck in that airport for 4 hours.) Phoenix maybe. San Diego- good. If I get lucky and I'm in that side terminal sometimes it isn't crazy crowded. And I lived in San Diego