I didn’t know I had it so good, till I met you.
Travelling was halted, I could no longer spend my Saturday mornings at F45, no more hearty meals with Ry (my boyfriend) and of course, no more going out without a second thought.
To protect us from you, my company implemented Work From Home since mid-February. I’ve been at home longer than the average Joe. More often than not, I feel incredibly restless. Anxiety creeps in and I have trouble sleeping. Will you ever be eradicated? When can I see my relatives again without risking a fine? How long before it’s safe to use the airline credit I have on hold?
You’ve forced me into a corner, and I had to adapt.
My new routine includes Facetiming Ry frequently, binge watching new TV series (I’d recommend Broadchurch, Unorthodox and of course, Tiger King) and re-watching old ones such as Friends and Sex & the City.
BUT lucky me, I have family that live in the same vicinity and they share an array of home-made goodies with us like rendang, mac & cheese, and they even sometimes drop off takeaway food for us. I am part of a company that has the infrastructure that allows me to work from home effortlessly – work files can be accessed via the shared drive conveniently and international calls can happen with a click of the Skype button.
I have spare time on my hands to try that strawberry cheesecake recipe I always wanted, pick up Becoming by Michelle Obama and I get to share meals with my sister, mother and two doggos at home.
I also have Ry – he listens to my worries, motivates and encourages me to workout. I have him on bad days when he accompanies me on nights I have trouble falling asleep, and on good days when I whip out the perfect cottage pie from scratch. I have my brightest light and biggest comforter, just a message, phone or video call away.
I guess, I still have it good.
With the circuit breaker ceasing in a mere couple of days, COVID-19, you ain’t getting the best of me.
I will continue to look forward to walking in the midday sun maskless, to resuming my family’s weekly dinners at my ahma’s house and stuffing my face silly with her mouth-watering cooking. I will continue to look for hope.