EMPTY WAVES
It’s 11 am, I’m pyjama-cladded and crouched in my home office (a study nook in the kitchen). My newborn cries and it echoes through my sleep-deprived brain. I slurp on my homemade coffee and think about an untouchable pub a stone’s throw away. My world, like many of those around me, has changed before our very eyes. My mind wanders to all those empty waves going unridden. How long will it be before I get a chance to head overseas again? At least we are stocked up on toilet paper.
After our government shared the plans they had for our nation, anger, mental anguish, and anxiety hit. The questions I had, seemed ignorant, selfish, and maybe delusional, but how should one react to one of the worst global crises in history? I’ve experienced hardship in a non-essential industry before, when I started in surf travel during the last global financial crisis. Back then, a smartass nineteen-year-old would observe the GFC was a reason for everyone to escape to paradise and leave all your problems at home (if you could afford it). But now, even if you have a reason or not, the fact is we can’t! For
