I saw a friend on Saturday that I haven’t seen since quarantine started, and it was surprisingly sort of sane-making to tell her what my life is and hear what hers is. Something about feeling seen and real by sharing, and making sense of it by saying everything that happened in order instead of just bits and pieces. So it made me think that I should give the same option here, to our DCIB community. Tell your story, read other people’s stories, feel a little less alone and a little more stable.
I’ll tell you my story quickly to start us off. You’ve been hearing bits and pieces all along, but putting it in one long string is part of what is sane-making.
In March, my boss sent us all home and closed the office. A week after that, I traveled out of the city to go to my aunt’s small family burial. I came home and began packing up to move in with my parents, because one week of working from home with no social activities possible had began to really mess with my brain. I moved in with my parents lock stock and barrel, brought over all my food, all my clothes, all my work equipment, everything. Organized their guestroom/extra room so that it was fully set up for me to live there. I got into a routine through the Spring of mostly being at my parents, and going to my own apartment for little one night getaways.
In the summer, we opened up the family lake house. My parents and I went up there for two week stretches once a month. In between, I started spending more time at my apartment and slowly bringing things back over. I also began having weekly friend virtual movie nights as everyone began to figure out Zoom and alternate online socializing methods. At the end of July, I had foot surgery, and was locked at my parents’ for a month, with another trip up to the lake house in the middle of that.
Now, since the past few weeks, I have a new routine. I brought clothes and things back over to my place and I did a big grocery shop to restock the cupboards. I’m doing three nights a week at my parents and 4 nights at my own place. I have a regular social life again, weekly movie night followed by long Zoom call with friends, and then most weekends I arrange an in person outdoor meet-up with a friend, plus the movie discussion group I joined last fall that used to meet once a month is now meeting online every two weeks by Zoom.
So, that’s me. It’s not exciting or important, but it is my life, and I feel better for having written it all out and made sense of it. If you are willing, please do the same in the comments. I care about you and I am interested.