Well, so much for that idea. After planning an extended trip to Germany until things calmed down in the United States, I’m back again in Los Angeles…right in the heart of the biggest COVID-19 hotpot in the world.
A Return To Los Angeles Weeks Ahead Of Schedule
A death in the family brought us back to Los Angeles sooner than expected. I will not go into detail except to say the death was due to cancer, not COVID related. The cost and logistics of flying back and forth did not make sense, so we decided to head home together.
This was not a decision made lightly. You can imagine my concern as a husband and father when one person dies every eight minutes in Los Angeles County from COVID-19 and the virus continues to spread rapidly. You can imagine my concern when hospitals are full and incompetent leaders seem wholly unable to efficiently vaccinate citizens (unlike, Israel).
But wait, there’s more. As I sat in the American Airlines lounge in New York between flights, I watched treason unfold before my eyes at the U.S. Capitol. Is this the country I want to raise my kids in?
I was incredibly comfortable in Germany and had absolutely no desire to leave. To be clear, I love my country, the United States, and would not have left it permanently. I cherish the grand aspirations of the American experiment and pray that it will overcome this turbulent era. I want to contribute to that endeavor, not skirt my duty as an American citizen.
But if you have the means and permission to live outside the United States, now might be the best opportunity. When it comes to civil unrest and when it comes to the pandemic, I predict it will get worse before it gets better.
As I sit in my living room typing this, the sun is rising and the birds are chirping. The morning dew is glistening on the orange tree and lavender bush. The weather will be perfect today and I’ve just made myself a delicious cup of coffee. But down the street, the hospital is full. Friends are grieving the premature losses of their loved ones due to COVID-19. This does not make the death in my family any easier to digest, but does make me thankful that my loved one did not have to gasp for final breath.
I cannot say that I am excited to be back in Los Angeles because I am really not. But here I am. And this time we’ll stay awhile. Maybe we’ll still be able to “live” in Germany one day. But this was apparently not the time…