how can we ever go back?

So... Not to make light of a truly tragic period in history, but... I LOVE living in quarantine. I’ve never been a morning person, but now, sans commute, elaborate blowouts, and the annoyance of putting outfits together (Did that come back from the dry cleaner? Who cares!!), I stroll around making a big breakfast, enjoying my coffee on the patio, organizing my thoughts around a suddenly extremely engaging series of problems to solve at work; I’m contributing and innovating! I exercise 2-3 times per day, at leisure, and have always loved sitting in total silence. I am making food, art, music and studies again. I have virtually reconnected with friends, and family. And I get to wear jeans. Every. Day. There are of course drawbacks... the death and paranoia isn’t great, I worry about family and friends with existing health issues... I wish I had the OPTION for physical proximity to some people (because I DO miss them). But, generally? This is ideal. It’s bothering me to think about how I’ll ever readjust to all the superfluous decorum that I never really liked in the first place when we “go back”. How can we ever “go back”?