By: Gabriela Yareliz
Who are you quarantined with? That’s all I could think about, today. Maybe it’s on my mind because I have no one to be trapped with. So many people complaining about spending too much time with certain people.
Do we really just barely tolerate one another? Why are we always fighting? Don’t we realize how lucky we are? Also, I love when people don’t like who they are quarantined with yet they chose this person. It’s bizarre to me.
Choices have weight.
We (NY) are officially shutting down on Sunday. Locked down. It’s happening.
Life has been pretty quiet. I thought about the next time I will see certain people, and just the possibility of it being so far off brought tears to my eyes. I had a knot in my throat. (Not COVID-19– just emotion). Some things aren’t up to us. Other things are.
Tomorrow, I am taking a walk. I need to get out of this apartment. It’s happening. We must make the little choices, even if they are small.
We must walk sometimes, even if we walk alone.
I am gonna go to a tree-lined street and walk until I see the glittering blue water.