I started thinking about this again recently after talking with a few friends about the state of our country. My friend Hayley sent a text that's stuck with me for days since. “People only care about what other people are doing right now, not how they're doing," she said.

I remember being in high school, sitting at my desk by the window, watching cars drive by on the street outside. I remember thinking how lucky they were to be able to go wherever they wanted, unattached to a school's schedule, longing to become an adult so that I could finally choose how I got to spend my own hours.

I didn’t think I would write about quarantine. About the pandemic at all, in fact. It feels like everywhere we turn, there are more articles, more opinions, more feelings being shared about how we should and should not feel about the changed world around us. I’ve been sitting aside, silently, trying to figure out what it all means to me.