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Quarantine Diary: Six Weeks In
Today is 6 weeks since we left the house.
I actually had to pull up a calendar and count it.
And when I say “since we left the house,” I mean our car literally hasn’t moved from its parking spot. It’s not home-other-than-groceries-and-other-essentials. It’s not home-during-the-work-day-but-parks-on-weekends. We have been out to the small lawn behind our apartment complex. We have taken the trash out to the dumpster. But that’s it.
We have had literally every single thing we need delivered to the house since March 14.
The first week of this was a blur. Looking back now, I see that I was barely functioning. I was constantly stressed and constantly exhausted and just barely keeping my head above water. My boyfriend is immunocompromised, so we’ve been even more careful — and I’ve been even more anxious.
I still think we’re just at the very beginning of this crisis, but now six weeks into self-isolation I can see our situation a bit more clearly; I can be a bit more level-headed about this.
I am the biggest introvert I know.
With apologies to my loved ones … I’m basically okay without you. It might be different if I lived alone, or if I didn’t have plenty of work to keep me busy. But over the last six weeks I haven’t had…
