Samantha, my pet, I never was a reader of True Romance stories and this one feels like it's heading that direction, a long lead up to the true one love.
Stretching one's writing talents is necessary to find their own gifts in the field. This one is a hundred and eighty from your usual stories. In this one you've dropped into description and very little dialog. Absolutely nothing wrong with that style of writing if one is as I first mentioned Romance. However you're missing the clothes shredding, fury embrace, passionate kissing, rolling in bed scenes those kind of stories use to hold the readers attention.
Hon, so far this story is as dry as eating cornflakes without water or milk. I know the virus is hurting everyone financially, emotionally and it seems you have taking a hicky. Don't try and tell me it hasn't bit you. I know you and I know exceptional writers, such as yourself, put their lives in their stories.
Buy some chocolate rasins or almonds, tune out the world, enjoy doing nothing but puttering about. Take one of those trips you're writing about and forget the world is going to hell. Unless it's your job to change it, all of us are along for the ride.
Hugs Sam
Barb
Life is meant to be lived, not worn until it's worn out.