It feels very different for me now.
I lost quite a few people, either to covid itself or during the period where I didn't get a chance to say goodbye, and that really altered something in me going through all that grief that close together. Watching my dad stand by himself at my granddad's funeral broke me a little bit.
DH's mental health absolutely plummeted and it's been a long few years working through that.
Our business took a huge hit as a result of the pandemic and I worked 60 hour weeks trying to keep it on track while also spending every spare hour I had doing freelance work to pay the bills. I'm still recovering from the burnout, I've lost a lot of the joy I have for my freelance work (which I used to love) because it just makes me think of sitting at home alone trying to do something that would stop me feeling like everything was going to crash down around me.
It changed how I see other people, too. People seemed so selfish and cruel and stupid a lot of the time. There were lots of lovely stories of people coming together to help, but in the days where deaths were really high, I know so many people I used to like and respect were having secret parties, going out when they knew they were ill, etc. My closest friend's dad spent 2 months in hospital after a family friend promised they had tested negative and were visiting to cheer him up (he's immunocompromised and hadn't left the house in weeks, was alone and my friend lives 300 miles away). He wasn't negative, he just didn't test. Her dad nearly died and when she asked the friend why the fuck he lied, he said he thought she was blowing it out of proportion. My BIL visited my very ill grandmother in law while he had Covid and she ended up with pnemonia. Maybe I know some horrible people, but it really surprised me how many stories I've heard of people just not caring. I have real sympathy for when people became sick of lockdown and restrictions, but knowingly visiting ill or otherwise vulnerable people with covid while there were hundreds dying a week is unfathomable to me.
There've been plus points, too: DH and I weirdly enjoyed so much time together at home despite how shit a lot of it was, and I was grateful beyond belief to have go through being locked down with him and not alone. But god, what a weird few years.