Start time: 4:20 PM
What I'm thinking about: hearing loss
Date: August 7, 2022
Start Time: 9:45 PM
What I'm thinking about: Korea
Something I've been thinking about more and more frequently these days, particularly as I'm trying to figure out the next steps of my life. For some reason every time one chapter closes it feels like the next step will be overwhelmingly important, when in reality it is just one stepping stone. I'm not sure why each life decision feels like it is going to be so permanent when we are really just selecting the next pebble to throw into the pond of life.
I've been wanting to go to Korea on an extended trip for as long as I can remember. More specifically, the last time I recall turning this idea over in my head was the last time I lived in Spain also, in 2015. My internship was coming to an end in October and my thought was to spend a few months in Korea getting to know my extended family still residing there as well as visiting a country where my parents came from and the [old] culture in which I was raised - getting to know the motherland, so to speak, and perhaps exploring my roots. As romantic as it sounds, those thoughts were cut short with a job offer that took me back to the States for five more years before the threads of impermanence? or lack of belonging? or inquietude? began tugging me back abroad. Now that I'm at another crossroads in life and again without a clear path ahead, do I make the leap this time?
Challenging myself to five minutes of writing at least once a week. Date: July 29, 2022. Current start time: 6:35 PM.
Goal is to select a topic (and/or start typing about whatever topic I have in my head at the time of sitting down). Motivation: years and years of failed attempts to start a blog, get a following, whatever. Also, because of my inability to post anything that is neither 1) repost/short catchy phrase or 2) some long-ass winded entry that took me hours and hours to put together. Inspiration taken from a few newsletters by folks fearlessly sharing about things that happen to them. Also knowing that I can type above average means that my entries should have greater output than the average person (I think the last time I checked I was at 119 WPM.) Looking for folks to give me ideas to talk about, accountability because I hate letting others down more than I dislike letting myself down. Else, the content will be whatever I'm thinking about. Can I really be so fearless?
End time: 6:40 PM.
I've been flirting with sharing this story for some time now, since every time I casually mention to anybody around me that I've already been vaccinated four times people tend to do a doubletake and then ask me if I'm crazy. I received four vaccine shots probably before most folks started getting their first booster shot (first dose received February 2021, fourth in July 2021).
I learned today that Moderna requested the FDA (USA Food and Drug Administration, for non-Americans) to approve a second booster shot for adults (aged 65 and up for now), and I don't see why it won't be approved, but I also know that there are still lots of folks arguing about whether it's a good idea to even get their first shot, nevertheless four.
I stand as a living testimony to the effectiveness of four Moderna shots and impervious to COVID-19 to date (knock on wood) despite living with - and spending Christmas with - a COVID-positive flatmate who had the highly contagious omicron variant, not to mention however many encounters with COVID-positive folks I've likely had over the past year and some.
So, I've told you the who and the what and the when of the story; here are the rest of the details:
Where? I received my first set of vaccinations in the States. While it was unfortunate that I got stuck in the US for the first half of my second semester of my masters program in Smart Cities and Communities instead of in Mons, Belgium, where I had a cute 300+ year-old flat with my classmate waiting for me to keep her company in the midst of the lockdown-like restrictions still in place at the time, I was fortunate enough to be able to get early access to the COVID-19 vaccines and receive both doses while waiting for my visa to be approved. At this time, in most places only those aged 65+ or at risk or frontline workers were eligible to be vaccinated; however, given that there were many situations of extra vaccines due to no-shows, etc., I got lucky enough to snag an extra vaccine that happened to be available. Once that was accomplished, it was just a matter of being scheduled in to receive the second dose one month down the road.
The second set of vaccines (also Moderna, #ModernaGal) was obtained in Belgium. When the vaccines became more available throughout the country for the younger age groups, we received a letter from the health ministry inviting us to come in for vaccinations, which began around June for the Wallonie region.
Why? Why not? I love shots! Just kidding. While I was confident in the effectiveness of just two doses, I was not confident in the small white paper card that was provided a la CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention) when I received my shots in the States. Given that the EU was in discussion about a Digital Green Certificate, and having already had paperwork problems which barred me from boarding a plane a few months back, I was wary that flashing my plain CDC card with the handwritten details of my vaccinations would fly (see what I did there?) with any boarding agent. I also figured that the Belgian records system for vaccinations had not be developed enough to somehow incorporate vaccinations from somewhere outside of Belgium. Hence, after consulting with a doctor to ensure that there weren't any risks of getting an extra round of shots (in addition to the vaccines, there was also the matter of how recently I'd had a needle stuck into my arm), I received my two shots at a health clinic in Mons, and also obtained a Digital COVID Certificate.
So what was/is it like?
Moral of the story: if you haven't already and you can, go get vaccinated.
Questions? Happy to share stories about how I got stuck in the States, or about my close calls with COVID, or about spending Christmas with my COVID-positive flatmate, or even about what it was like leaving my job and the US to start a master's degree in Europe that requires moving every 6 months in the middle of a global pandemic. Drop a comment with what you'd like to read about!