By Chelsea Adams
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This was written last Wednesday the 11th of November, 2020.
Today I did my first dance class since covid locked down Victoria. I danced in an actual studio with actual people for the first time in 35 weeks! That’s 245 days! I danced in the same class that I began four years ago, before my university degree, and to be completely honest it felt like the biggest hug! At a time when hugs are now few and far between, I think my body and brain have been reacting to things that bring me joy in the same way that hugs make you feel all warm, fuzzy and grateful inside. I now associate the feelings elicited from a hug with all the precious things I get to enjoy now that lockdown has ended. It was surreal to move freely around a studio and express through movement without getting injured on furniture or accidentally slipping on the kitchen tiles; because yes, for the past 30 or so weeks, sporadically, I’ve been dancing, as many of my other friends have been also, at home.
And typically, houses with furniture and sharp edges don’t mix well with dance; but they do make for some pretty funny stacks! I fell over way too many times! I stubbed my toes and hit my feet on benches and chairs, and shed a few tears along the way, but it was all worth it. I stared at zoom classes becoming confused by the mirroring effect that occurs because of cameras. I became frustrated by this new and difficult form of learning choreography, and also then had breakthroughs. It was all worth the endurance for this moment right here, right now. And as I left the studio with my fellow dancers, teacher and friends to get some celebratory ice cream, I turned around to the large empty room of floor to ceiling mirrors, being the last to leave and whispered, “Thankyou studio, you are so beautiful, and I love dancing here!”