I'm already missing big elements of lockdown.
We went to a fair few places here and abroad (France & Spain) last year and they were universally far less packed than usual (especially here). One thing that stuck out was Scarefest at Alton Towers -it had about half the usual number (strictly controlled) with much smaller queues and people being generally polite. Went to a few beaches that were much quieter. Pubs/restaurants for a meal with only half (or fewer) people in. Roads were much quieter. Both Liverpool and Manchester city centres way less busy.
Absolute bliss.
The gradual drift back to the overcrowded and noisy shitshow has been heartbreaking. Gave a taste of what a non-overcrowded country would be like, then slowly took that away.
To top it all, I've gradually realised I don't actually like half my 'friends', most of whom I grew up with, because they're knobheads. We've had a handful of meetups since pubs started reopening, and I've spent chunks of the night thinking 'why am I even here?' I've lost interest in half the things we've always talked about, and they have no interest in the things I want to talk about. And I've also lost interest in getting pissed, whereas a couple of them seem to have got a renewed obsession with tales of how smashed they've got.