It seems like this last year has been so surreal. Depressing on so many levels, lack of desire, lack of smiles- literally with everyone wearing masks, and for obvious other reasons. My life has been a shitshow of disappointment- until I got this amazing job. A job which I feel guilty for getting and keeping and how important it is for me.
I was supposed to fly home in March. But I had to cancel that because the job was to start on March 15th. I'll postpone that trip until later on, I thought. Then quarantine began March 16th. I was confined to an apartment, with my boyfriend, and no job, and nothing to do.
