Eleven things I'll miss about lockdown, in descending order:
11. The lighted windows at night. People never used to leave the blinds open on their bedrooms, studies and living rooms at night, but now they do. When I'm catching a quick walk before curfew, it feels like it's OK to look in at my neighbours' lives – like we're all inviting each other in.
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10. The puppies. So many puppies, everywhere. And the mystery of them; puppies take a little over two months to gestate, and most of the iso-puppies I've met are now about eight months old. This would mean the breeders started back in November. How did they know?
9. The lack of traffic. I didn't notice, at first, how easily we could cross the road. Then games of street football started up; kids learned to rollerblade right there on the asphalt. The other day, I had to wait three minutes to cross Brunswick Road in North Fitzroy, and I was outraged.
8. The adorable blond kid with corkscrew curls, about four years old, who isn't sure if he's in love with my dog or terrified of him. I've been seeing this kid, his sister and his mum on the street almost every day. I don't know their names or where they live. They're just part of my neighbourhood and my Truman-show-like life now.
7. Manners on the street. Yes, there are idiots who jog past others puffing loudly, mask-free, but there are so many more people stepping aside for oncoming walkers, giving senior citizens their space, waiting patiently in line and generally taking care of strangers.
6. Wearing ugg boots to work. I could do that before, but I also needed to go out sometimes. This winter, I have not put on a pair of uncomfortable shoes even one single time.
5. The complete social acceptability, even desirability, of staying home, drinking and watching a trashy TV series from start to finish.
4. Laying plans for the post-lockdown, post-COVID-19 future without having to actually do anything about them. In the past nine weeks, I’ve read through two years’ worth of hoarded newspaper travel supplements: almost everything I’m “missing” is still out there waiting for me, (except Notre Dame Cathedral).
3. Random messages to and from people I haven't been in touch with for ages, without it being weird or awkward, because why not?
2. Knowing where my teenager is at night.
Jenny Sinclair is a Melbourne writer.
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