We’ve just counted. We have left the house at least once a day for 45 consecutive days, and more often than not twice a day. Granted, we aren’t doing anything exciting while we’re out – a bit of shopping, a Nero’s take out, a stroll – but from not leaving the house for days on end this huge for us.
There is no pressure to do it – we don’t have to go out, we aren’t committing ourselves to anything, we have no obligations aside from appointments. The only vague sense of having to go out is the fear that not going out will make it harder to leave the house the next time. We aren’t at the stage of looking forward to going out – that’s too much to ask – but we are happy with what we are able to do at the moment.
For now, it’s enough.