One Year Later

So it’s been a year since things closed down as the pandemic truly became a pandemic in my part of the world. A year and 3 days since I got back from my trip to Egypt and got a cold and got told I had to stay home from work and quarantine for 2 weeks since I had left the country. At that time they didn’t know enough about what was going on and when I called the hotline, I didn’t have the right symptoms to be tested. I’m still pretty sure I just had a bad cold. One thing has definitely changed since that time. My boss had to deliver my computer to me and I have not once left it at work since then. It’s not that I work after hours, but I want to have it to be able to work if I can’t get to work. And now with my new job, I have a lot more flexibility of where I work so I just always have it with me.

Things are opening back up and life feels a little more normal, just we all have masks on. I still do my shopping and work and stuff just as I always did. Church has changed for me, but that’s mostly because I’m still doing it online because I’m lazy. It’s going on in person with masks if I want to be there. I figure I’ll probably go back soon. I do miss the theater. That is one thing I can’t wait to be able to go back to. 

I’ve come to the conclusion that we, as a human race, have been pretty arrogant to think some major thing like this pandemic wouldn’t happen. I mean we have major things all the time, they are just usually more localized instead of worldwide. But I don’t think this is the worst thing I’ll ever see. And in fact when I think about my life personally, the pandemic, even the bad days I had during the pandemic, doesn’t even count into the worst days of my life.

So here I am a year later on a beautiful spring day. A year older, and hopefully wiser. I am truly sorry for those that have suffered and I’ve tried to do what I can for some relief. But really, it’s just life. If it’s not one thing, it will be another. At least that's how I feel one year later.