This has been a weird month… a weird year, really. Andrew’s and my 2020 started as “Roaring 20s” party with a small group of close friends. About eight weeks later, we moved to the suburbs to live in a charming home that used to belong to my grandparents. We had literally just celebrated our new space (and an early St. Patrick’s day!) with our parents when the world shut down. St. Paddy’s and all other celebrations for the foreseeable future were canceled. Now, a month later, we find ourselves amidst not only a major recession but at the very heart of a global pandemic. All of US society is practicing “social distancing,” washing their hands as if their life depends on it (it does), self quarantining and hoarding groceries. Everything is canceled. Concerts, shows, parties of all sizes, entire seasons of sports… the 2021 summer olympics. Tens of thousands of people are dying, and hundreds of thousands across the country are sick. This is serious and this is weird. Terrifyingly weird.
My world was further shook last Tuesday, when the world renowned fashion brand I work for placed me and 75% of my colleagues on a “furlough”. This means we can’t work or get paid for approximately 90 days, “give or take”. 90 days? I’ve worked pretty much every day since I was eleven.
So now what?
I started this blog about three years ago with no concrete idea of where to take it. While I’ve since had some ideas here and there of topics and posts, etc. I just haven’t felt certain enough to start writing.
But now here I am with all of this time, but basically prohibited from going anywhere or doing anything outside of my home. Pretty much unsubscribed from my normal life. Perhaps this is my moment.
I’m still not sure what to write about, but as part of this quarantined and unemployed – QUnemployed – period of my life, I suppose I can at least hold myself accountable to post once a day about something.
So consider this Day 1.