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My workplace decided to go fully remote for December, so I decided to spend the month with my mom and step dad. It's a welcome change from living entirely on my own while mostly working from home (I'd been doing two days in-person, the rest of the week remote). On the one hand, it's a big adjustment not to have any alone time. But on the other hand, it's much better than being entirely alone. When the pandemic started, I didn't have any problem working fully remotely and living by myself. I wouldn't leave the house for weeks on end and felt totally fine. Sometime around September, I started to feel Not Fine. I think this month living with them will help me cope with isolation in the spring, because it has made me appreciate the things I miss about living alone. I am scared, though. All three of us in this newly-combined household are being very careful and doing all the things we're supposed to be doing. And yet, it still feels like only a matter of time until we get sick. And then I'll feel guilty that maybe I'm the one who got it first, and I could have spared them by not staying with them. Or the opposite; what if I wouldn't have gotten sick if I'd just stayed home? It really feels inevitable that we'll all get sick, because I know a lot of people who've gotten sick who did everything they were supposed to do. I'm terrified, frankly.
December 7, 2020