What is it like to spend winter holidays as a migrant during the pandemic? How does being unable to return to one’s country of origin affect their mental health and well-being? I share my own experience along with that of our readers.
I first moved to the United Kingdom about 10 years ago. Originally from Bucharest, Romania, I have never missed a Christmas and have diligently spent a fortune on plane tickets over the years, every year, to make sure I never miss the opportunity to decorate my Christmas tree with my family.
But this year has been different. To avoid putting in unnecessary peril my mother, who has a high risk of developing severe COVID-19 if she contracts the virus, I have decided not to go back this year.
Although I consider both Romania and the U.K. to be my “home countries,” not being able to go back to the former has had a strange effect on my well-being.
Almost as if I had a “migrant biological clock” that has been tampered with, I have been feeling…