These are strange times. Over the past few weeks we have watched a virus map the trajectory of human connectedness. Its rapid spread has been tracked on color coded maps that have bloomed in exponential fractals connecting, at last count, 172 countries on six continents. As the virus spreads, threatening global health systems, governments across the globe are issuing stay at home orders and in the midst of the pandemic proof of global interconnection we are finding ways to cope with suddenly living in relative isolation.
I vacillate between feeling as though I need to know as much as possible in order to have some sense of control and trying to shut everything out while I pretend that we’re just home and the world is fine. I’m an introverted homebody who doesn’t know how to be bored. I have a lot of projects to work on and things to keep me occupied, and bonus: Faith is working from home now so I get extra time with the person I love.
I was temporarily (but indefinitely) laid off when the cafe where I work closed due to COVID-19. I have been trying for a week to get through to apply for unemployment, but the influx in claims has overwhelmed the system. I feel fortunate that this is not immediately catastrophic for me, but am nonetheless anxious to get it sorted out. Our small simple life has just gotten smaller, now contained by the walls of our apartment unless it is absolutely necessary to go out.
Part therapy, part something to do, part social commentary: this is our Quarantine story, written as it unfolds. This is a picture of our tiny, encapsulated life in this uncertain and unprecedented time. My hope is to honestly capture and chronicle the challenges, fears, humor, joys, and beauty of my experience.