Letters from Quarantine, Pt. I
One day, we will see one another again.
How are you?
That’s the best I can do. Any other greeting feels like a letdown at this point. How long has it been now, a month? Two months? I can barely remember what day it is. My therapist made me create a schedule to give the week some semblance of normalcy. Some days are better than others.
I should be grateful. People are really suffering and I'm bitching about not being able to go to Surf Club. Can you blame me? We're creatures of habit. Perhaps it wasn't the best habit, I'll grant you that. But the thrill!
Reading and writing have become my new rituals. I forgot how consuming words can be. Life moves so fast that you forget to do things for yourself. I'm sure you feel the same. Our lives are significantly different since the start of the last decade. Can you even remember what life was like back then? We didn't have a lot, but the things we did have, we cherished. It was a simpler time.
I hate that we haven’t seen each other for so long. Sorry it took me a while to write you back. I hadn't been able to wrap my head around this until recently. I was afraid my emotions would get the best of me. Even now, it's hard to finish typing because I can't see the screen through the water building up in my eyes.
I love you. I promise I'll reach back out soon. Stay safe. We'll get through this together.