In early July, I drove to Sydney from Melbourne for what I had planned as a two-week holiday on Australia’s east coast.
Three days after I left, New South Wales announced a border closure with Victoria, cutting the two cities off from each other. The next day, the Victoria authorities reintroduced restrictions to help curb the spread of the virus — a lockdown that ended up lasting 112 days and ranking among the world’s most severe.
As my Melbourne friends and family turned inward, stopped leaving the house after 8 p.m. and began wearing masks in a city that had previously (and without scientific evidence) determined them to be unnecessary, I found myself in an oddly fortunate suspended state. It made more sense to stay away than to go home.
At the time, I was in northern New South Wales. As the virus began creeping up from the south, my partner and I decided to continue north to Queensland, and later, to Darwin in the Northern Territory.
We gathered documents to cross borders in a country where I had rarely considered state lines; saw tourist towns all-but abandoned; and, as we moved further away from the virus, slowly adapted to a world where people hugged, and ate out at restaurants and danced. Yes, danced.
During Melbourne’s first lockdown, I had rigorously wiped down my phone and keys every time I returned to my apartment. I was terrified of getting sick, and I was terrified that the fear, and the compulsion, would never leave me. But I was comforted by how easily these habits dissolved in a safe environment — experts say humans are generally good at letting go of “fear-based rituals” once a threat has passed.
At the same time, there was an unreality to living without the virus. Month after month in Melbourne, the lockdown went on. In the United States, cases surpassed 12 million, and globally, by late September, more than one million people had died.
Eventually, cases began to ease in Victoria. After five months, in early November, we decided to make our way back to Melbourne from Darwin, in a 40-hour drive over ocher earth and scrub.
As we headed through South Australia and toward Adelaide, the state’s capital, the news alerts started coming in. Multiple states had already closed their borders with South Australia, after a cluster of cases linked to a breach in the hotel quarantine system.
It was exactly the way the outbreak had started in Melbourne.
That night, just days before the border closed, this time from the opposite direction, we returned to Victoria. It was a stark reminder that the virus can never truly be avoided or outsmarted. It will show up even in places where for months it appears to have been quashed.
Today, Victoria has hit a month of zero new cases of coronavirus and no deaths — markers widely considered the definition for eliminating the virus. But we are still wearing masks indoors, and there is no dancing in public spaces — yet.
Until we have a vaccine, these restrictions seem like a good idea to me, even if they just serve as reminders that this isn’t over yet. What do you think?
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