For me, the idea that my role in this situation largely consists of staying home as much as possible seems on its face to be egregiously fortunate.
Oh, poor me, having to watch Netflix again and work from my bed when it’s rainy and WhatsApp my husband.
It may still feel difficult, you may still yearn for friends and picnics and happy hours and afternoons spent wandering your favorite stores, but it is a privilege nonetheless.
Yet I wonder to what extent our deeply individualist and instant gratification-obsessed culture is able to perceive it that way.
I find myself going a little stir-crazy at least once a day with only a small dog for company.
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