Thoughts from an email alert
The email sent to my mailbox this evening as I listened to the French Prime Minister’s speech tonight (afternoon in French time) was upsetting. It had nothing to do about France but everything to do with my plans involving France.
My summer intent included going to France to file some legal papers and my third (and supposedly final) year of Lithuanian scholarship. As I listened intently yet passively to the plans of the French government for the lifting of the confinement on May 11, an email was sent to my inbox by the Lithuanian summer language coordinator.
The summer course which was already postponed to a later date has now officially been cancelled by the Lithuanian Ministry of Education. They cite that the decision was not due to the current numbers related to CoVid-19 in Lithuania (deemed insignificant) and the quarantine should be lifted soon. In place of the summer course, they are going to offer online language and cultural courses for free for foundation recipients such as myself. I am up for it, certainly. However, I am also admittedly saddened because it was one of the strong pillars of hope I was clinging onto.
It’s hard to believe that the situation will get better soon which is why the first announcement the Lithuanian scholarship body made about the course still pushing through despite delays was a breather for me. In addition, my partner has been unbelievably optimistic that the situation will get better in time for our conjugal plans to be realized.
We still have time. June/July, heck, August is still three months away. Deep down, I believe that there will be positively surprising events and news that can still happen in the next days, weeks or months. Until then, I can’t help but feel utterly disappointed at how this year has panned out, not just for me, but for all of us.
THOUGHTS FROM…
Thoughts from… is a blog series I attempt to come up with in order to place my noisy, rowdy, raw, uncensored, unapologetic thoughts during the worldwide community confinement brought about by the alarming concern of the propagation of CoVid-19. It’s a letter I intend to address my future self for when hard(er) times hit life hereafter. If I’m not yet dead by then.