Natalie's Nook

I should have started these entries from the day my supervisor messaged me and told me we would not be reporting to the office the rest of the week. When D.C. closed all schools for students. When my school emailed a memo letting students know that the University would be closed for the rest of March. When the news became COVID-19 central. When my days at home turned into weeks.

I haven’t been doing much physically, but writing helps mentally.

Here we go.

It’s Friday April 10. Since March 12 I have been staying put in the safe space of my home.

That’s an entire month.

I went out about three or four times to satisfy my food cravings and stock up on a few necessary items. Shoutout to everyone that bought up all the bathroom tissue, I’m hoping you run out soon.

Personally, I’m already a homebody, so having to be in the house hasn’t really been a problem for me. I have things that will keep me productive whether it’s school work, writing, reading, napping, playing Sims, or relaxing while binging something on Netflix, Hulu, or Youtube. I just finished season two of The Handmaid’s Tale and. . .whew! But the fact that I don’t have the option of wanting to enjoy the outdoors without having to think about my safety and that of others is kind of upsetting.

I actually miss making or having plans I choose to cancel.

I heard that the pollen count is horrible so far this season, so on the plus side my allergies won’t get the chance to act up.

I’m sure most of us are hoping this period is over by the end of April, but some of us believe that another month or two will be added. This is still a bit overwhelming for me. My anxiety has definitely gotten the best of me since being in quarantine. I’ve also had spells of depression, especially after learning that the most important event that was to happen for me in early May has been postponed to December: College graduation.

I’m turning 22 in 20 days and I’ve been juggling ideas of what I could possibly do to celebrate at home. I’ve settled on a seafood boil with either an oreo cheesecake or cake pops . . .maybe. Have a few friends over to celebrate. . .I don’t know.

I miss my boyfriend. I now understand what people mean when they say they can’t be away from their significant others for too long. I’m in need of affection.

I miss my friends. I think about how I wasn’t able to give my proper goodbyes to people I considered friends in school nor to my professors.

This sucks.

Four months into 2020 and hell is literally on earth.