What a month.
In a parallel universe, where there’s not a pandemic happening, we would’ve just finished back-to-back weekends in Palm Springs and Sacramento with friends. We’d be getting ready for a big Earth Day event in Texas and then spending my birthday week in New Orleans. In the background I’d be putting together plans for a summer trip to Africa- and I’ve been really itching to get back out into the field.
Instead, we’ve been living in guest rooms at my aunts’ and my in-laws’.
It’s totally legit to be disappointed at all the cancelled things. More than ever I’d love to be in a big house with friends on a weekend getaway, or on an African adventure. But I simultaneously find myself so thankful for a lot of things.
I’m thankful that Deanna and I have fairly resilient jobs that we’re still passionate about. I’m thankful they’ve given us the flexibility to adapt to remote work.
I’m thankful that I get to spend so much time with Rhys at a really fun age. If I’ve got to be quarantined, might as well be with the people I love most.
I’m thankful for aunts and in-laws who have generously had us over while our San Diego living situation was less than ideal.
I’m thankful we started taking things seriously pretty early. It’s still a scary time, but those advanced precautions have made it a lot less scary.
I’m thankful for trivia night on Zoom, Houseparty, new books, Onward, a new season of Kim’s Convenience tonight, and podcast recording. This quarantine would’ve been much harder in the 90s.
Love y’all.
An Update from Quarantine
