Life was good. I couldn’t complain about anything. Spring break was going to be a week of relaxation for me. A week to unwind and enjoy no schoolwork. That was life before COVID-19. I was free, but it didn’t last long. Being in quarantine has been a never ending roller coaster that has only been going up. When it will fall or reach its peak? I don’t know. Am I prepared? No. Should I be preparing? Probably. Will I start? Probably…not.<\/p>\n
Why? Well what am I even preparing for? This is my first time experiencing this and I’m pretty sure it’s everybody’s first pandemic. When you think about it, we are living history. This will be in a history book one day. The thought of it is kind of wild, but it is true.<\/p>\n
This whole thing has sent me into a world of confusion. I am constantly checking the news to see any new updates. Today, I found out that the president has decided to extend the quarantine guidelines for and extra 30 days. I almost broke down into tears after reading this. I’ve barely been sane since the quarantine started and now an extra 30 days?!?!?!?!?<\/p>\n
I am in DISTRESS.<\/p>\n
I don’t want to start ranting so I’ll stop there because I’m pretty sure we are all feeling the same.<\/p>\n
Honestly, knowing that I am not the only person experiencing this is quite comforting. Knowing that I am doing the very same thing that millions are doing. It’s hard. That’s the truth. It will take a long time. It will be hard and will continue to get harder until its not. I bet many people are having the same thoughts as me. I bet many people are eating the same thing as me.<\/p>\n
It’s comforting.<\/p>\n
I will admit that I have made some essential outings but nothing without taking necessary sanitary precautions. It’s weird that I honestly still feel the same as before when I would go out. I walk with no worries. Sometimes I even forget. I feel like it is a regular day, early in the morning, and I am with my mom, sister, and aunt. We go to the store early Saturday morning to miss crowds and have our quiet. I feel like that. Usually not five seconds later, I remember.<\/p>\n
For class we had to write a poem about something related to COVID-19. I will now post it below for reference purposes.<\/p>\n
She Remembered<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n I almost forgot, but I remembered.<\/span> This poem is the closest thing to represent how I feel about the virus. I am void of any sense of reality and living an empty body with a full mind. I am utterly out of my element. I will say that I have started getting better with handling it, but my feelings still remain.<\/p>\n I know that was a bit on the morbid side while being somewhat poetic?\u00a0 I don’t know, but it’s pastus now. The good thing about this quarantine, because there is always a good thing, I am getting tons of needed rest. My body feels returned to its natural state with little stress and good ole food from my mother.<\/p>\n I don’t know your thoughts on the pandemic, but if they are anything like mine, you are not alone. I feel the same exact way quite literally. We will get through this guys! I feel it! Have some hope! MANIFEST IT! *refer to one of my earlier posts :)*<\/p>\n Have a safe quarantine y’all!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Life was good. I couldn’t complain about anything. Spring break was going to be a week of relaxation for me. A week to unwind and enjoy no schoolwork. That was life before COVID-19. I was free, but it didn’t last long. Being in quarantine has been a never ending roller coaster that has only been … Continue reading “A penny for my thoughts? I’ll take it!”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":46,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[56],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8719"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/46"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8719"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8719\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8746,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8719\/revisions\/8746"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8719"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8719"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8719"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nLike any other day, I woke up.<\/span>
\nI woke up to blue skies.<\/span>
\nI woke up to eager birds and their songs.<\/span>
\nI woke up to smell sweet, milk chocolate melting in a cup.<\/span>
\nI woke up and remembered.<\/span>
\nI remembered the box they put us in.<\/span>
\nI remembered the depression and emptiness that was slowly seeping in.<\/span>
\nI remembered the virus that infected our bodies and made a home.<\/span>
\nI remembered life.<\/span><\/p>\n