I'm in mourning.
Aren't we all?
It's not an anger at our situation, or a lack of understanding.
Just a pervading sense of loss.
Loss of contact. Loss of connection. Loss of life as we know it.
It makes me so sad.
Just...sad.
Sad at what we've lost, and sad that I can't image when- or if- life will get back to normal as we knew it.
Isn't it strange how quickly everything changed?
Just shockingly quickly.
Today I drove through my college campus, looking toward a semester in which only one of my classes will be 100% in person. This is my senior year. I am THIRTY-EIGHT years old.
I worked hard to be here. I did it with kids needing love, a house needing cleaning, a husband needing attention.
I took freaking CALCULUS, folks.
