If the term is unfamiliar to you, you can substitute the word boredom for it. When I first came to Southern California st the age of twenty-one, I was frequently bored. For one thing, I didn’t drive until a couple decades later. I didn’t even have a television set. I certainly didn’t have a smart phone, as they were not invented yet—for which I am eternally grateful.
If the coronavirus quarantine were to happen in the late 1960s, I would have been in deep trouble. I would have been all alone and sunk deep into acedia, not to mention depression. As it turned out, in 2020 I had a three-part solution to the quarantine:
- Do a ton of reading, say something around 15-16 books a month.
- View a lot of classic films, mostly on Turner Classic Movies (TCM).
- Expand my cooking skills, including more complicated Hungarian dishes.
As a result, the last two years have not been a waste for me. My only regret was that, since the quarantine was global, I could not travel without some risk.
For me, travel is an opportunity for sustained research, including books about my destination and some exposure to the films and music. Not to worry, I am reading at least two travel books a month for when the world opens up to safe travel.
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