Journal Excerpts from the 63rd Day of Quarantine

Today marks 63 days since I first self-quarantined myself here in NYC, and it’s been a wild ride.

I've learned that spending a bit of time away from the world can actually be really fucking nice. That baking dark chocolate cherry scones for your housemates is the mythical sixth love language, and that the perfect red lip actually does unlock the portal to Narnia.

That 30 minutes on Zoom is more exhausting than hours of in-person contact. That all the unavailable men I’ve invested myself in over the years were never going to be the ones to check in on me during a pseudo-apocalypse, and that my best friends always will. That skin hunger is real AF and that I will likely cry the first time I get to hug another person again.

That the world has changed forever, and it’s my turn to change with it. So here I am. Ready to change the world, with the world, and ready to rebirth myself into it — even more badass than before.