Pandemic

In 2020, I turned 21 a month into the pandemic.

Back then I was still reeling from how high-school had been for me, a chronic shut in and an extremely antisocial one at that.

For the first year, I didn't really have to deal with the pandemic. It almost didn't feel real at points, I had no real drive to leave the house in the first place. I don't know how I never managed to catch COVID-19, it had been in the house well over 5 times by the end of 2022.

I think what hurt the most at the start was how much I missed my grandma during the early years. My sister and I would go for lunch with her Monday and Wednesday, I would pick what we had on Wednesday, and my sister picked Monday. As well as going out for breakfast every other Sunday, My Grandma, Sister, Dad, and I would go do breakfast.

After the vaccines started coming out, slowly things started happening again, we'd go out for food again, and I'd eventually get a job and put myself together somewhat, but for a long time it was just silent suffering.

Looking back on it, I am extraordinarily grateful for how things happened.