I could only BE so lucky. Lockdowns were a boon on both my partner’s and my life. I feel horrid for folks who were affected negatively but it was the best two years of our life, doing nothing but experiencing each other alone at home.
I loved lockdown. I had so much stuff in my chest freezer I got to use, we both lost a bunch of necessary weight due to actually following serving sizes. I beat like, three games in my backlog. Didn’t have to visit anybody, didn’t have to leave the house. I worked from home, and worked enough to pay off my student loans and buy two luxury watches. Plus donate to my alma mater’s fund for students stuck on campus. That was after my month long furlough, that is. Where I spent my time baking and cleaning and painting and every week I trimmed my facial hair into worse and worse creations to annoy my wife. We got an inflatable hot tub. I set up a project in the basement. We got a dog. It was one of the best years of my adult life.
Only downside is my grandma died.
I thought it was great. The streets were clean, the skies were clear, the lines at the supermarket were short, traffic was minor… and despite what people claimed, you could go out for a walk whenever you wanted, at least around here.
I talked to my neighbors much more during lockdown than I do these days.
