April 20th . 2020

Filling Space

I know someday I will look back and wish I had written more about the time of quarantine and pandemic. So to future self I say, remember how good it felt just to stare out the window, or name the birds on the porch, or realize you could in fact sit with Hadley through all of her hours of math struggles because there was nothing else pressing to get to? I say, remember when ever single food storage shelf of your house was packed to the brim because Jim took care of you so well? But then you all had to worry that possibly everyone in the house would get sick in the because of that grocery trip. Remember when you felt never freer and never so completely trapped all in the same hour? You see, future self, it’s just an exhausting thing to write about.