Waking up to news that the restaurants in New York were going to close made me want to run out of the apartment one last time to get a last matcha and Levain cookie. I was jonesing like a sugar addict and my boyfriend was stern in his stance on not going out for anything. Our first COVID disagreement. I promised I wouldn’t pout about it, and agreed we’d stick to the staying in.
I’ve been keeping positive so far, we even hosted our first Quarantine Supper Club last night. I got dressed up, and it was fun! We are going to keep hosting nightly supper clubs for anyone who wants to snack virtually with us. It’s a great way to stay sane while isolating, and a good excuse to get out of your pajamas and wear a nice outfit.
I spoke to my mom who’s living in Vancouver, and warned her to not see my dad – who lives separately from her and goes to the casino every night. My dad – who is 84 years old, doesn’t think this is serious, nor does he care about the repercussions on my mom and family, and not being there to help makes me sad. I don’t know what to do about my parents who don’t know how to use the internet, and are not as resourceful as we are.
I saw the IG story of my friend Trish – who had to cancel her wedding five minutes before, because Guatemala banned gatherings of 100. I cried and cried after watching her story. I cried for her, I cried for all the people who must be suffering right now, the seniors who struggling, the hopes that have been squashed, the loss…
It’s helpful to have this as an outlet to share. How are you all holding up?