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A Year Later: My Thoughts About The Pandemic Anniversary
The arrival of a brand new decade was just the incentive I needed to kick my butt into action, after spending two years away from the hustle and bustle that had worn me down to the ground.
2020 meant the beginning of something that could change my life overnight, but I would have to flee from my current status in a nondescript town that doesn’t have much to offer outside of the much-needed respite that was no longer fueling my creative drive.
The plan was to book the almost 3-hour train ride to New York City, during the first week of March 2020, and reunite with one of my besties, who was ready and willing to host me for as long as necessary, so I could zoom around the concrete jungle, reviving old contacts and establishing new ones.
In the meantime, another good friend located on the West Coast was excitedly planning her mid-spring trip to NYC after almost a decade; complete with a Broadway show and shopping excursions at Canal Street. We had promised to link up since I had intended to stay in the city for as long as I could manage it.
The week I started shopping for my one-way Amtrak track ticket was when breaking news about the coronavirus began to intensify.
Until then, the nightly news updates seemed so far away from my reality, and while I…
