Today is my twelfth day of self-isolation, living in NYC in this epi-center of the novel coronavirus/SARS-CoV-2/COVID-19 pandemic. The United States has now surpassed both China and Italy on total confirmed cases. Besides leaving my apartment for two separate grocery runs, I have not left my apartment since Wednesday March 18. The common roof deck in my apartment building is locked between the months of October through April, so I’ve been cooped up in my shoebox apartment this whole time.
There are some days where I do absolutely nothing, where I spend almost my entire day in bed, sleeping and napping, and doing whatever on my laptop, either watching TV/movies or reading random things. Then the other days consist of a semi-permanent routine, where I wake up between 7-8am (no alarms set) and I do 30 minutes of yoga, focusing on breathing and stretching, then I workout for 30-60 minutes, using all my home equipment (which isn’t much), but I follow live in-home exercise videos on Instagram, cook + eat + clear lunch, nap after lunch, clean a specific and different area of my apartment, cook + eat + clear dinner, and find tasks within my apartment that needs up keeping before making my way to bed.
Then repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. My mental-health is still intact but there are times where I feel the insanity seeping in. There is only so much you can do at home. Thank goodness for technology, i.e. FaceTiming with family and friends. I haven’t downloaded Zoom yet though. With limited resources and ingredients, I have discovered that I loathe cooking for myself now. Why do I have to eat?? Thinking about what to eat for my next meal immediately makes me frustrated. I am so sick of eating steamed rice and pasta so I have started making Chinese staples from scratch. It’s been fun but the excitement of making them was short-lived because it ended up being another bothersome chore that I had to do everyday in order to feed myself.
Another self-discovery is that I think I am over drinking! The desire for a glass of sparkling or cocktail is no more.
There’s a lot of articles out there predicting how this will end. I hope the warmer weather will contain the spread of the virus. I hope one day soon I can meet up with my best friends and brother and rediscover what it means to socialize again.