What loved ones? I don’t love anyone.
COVID I think it was about a year and a few months, we live in a far away city and no one felt safe flying to see each other
Eight months.
The day after my 21st birthday, late September, I’d left home to go to trucking school. Went through a trucking company’s in-house “apprenticeship” program, which was somewhat predatory in hindsight.
Anyway, I went through this program, managed to get my CDL, which took several months by itself (through no fault of my own - the program was designed to take that long), and when I finally got a truck to myself, it only took me about five weeks to grow tired of the sudden isolation. I was finally allowed to go home around Easter.
After my three allocated days of hometime, I decided to quit that company, and I found a better job closer to home.
Eight years. Moved away to another continent, they didn’t visit me and I was busy exploring my new life. See them once a year these days.
Three-ish years. We live in different countries, and covid happened.
