I’m not living in a shotgun shack or in another part of the world. Neither am I behind the wheel of a large automobile. I have, however, been letting the days go by. And go by, and go by. This is day 349 for me. Three hundred forty-nine days of lockdown.
- 349 days since quarantine began
- 357 days since my last big social event (Knicks game at the Garden)
- 374 days since the last visit with my family
I started quarantine midway through the 2020 Slice of Life Story Challenge (SOLSC), and now it’s time for the challenge to begin again. I had the happy good fortune of stumbling into the very first challenge in 2008 (hence my super-fab “Original Slicer” badge below). It always pleases me to find my way back to this space in March, to check in on familiar faces from the past years and meet new Slicers. Will this year be the same? I mean, it will, of course … but it also won’t.
So much of my SOLSC writing has been drawn from my very active participation in the world: random fabulousness seen on the street, on the subway, in my office, hanging out with my friends. And there is really none of that this year, or at least not very much. I leave my house once during a normal week. One time. I go work in my empty office for a day and then it’s back to my cloister.
Yes, of course, I can easily fill my slices with random not-quite-fabulousness from my life in my apartment, from my life in my head, from my kitchen experiments (I made a raspberry white chocolate bread the other day … and I wouldn’t recommend doing that in exactly the way I did). It feels different, however. It is different.
Yes, different. And also okay. I’ve been extraordinarily lucky in my experience of the pandemic, and I’ll write some about that, too. Yes, I’m alone and sometimes lonely, but I’m safe and employed and have regular virtual contact with family and friends. And occasional socially-distant contact — like the excellent night my friend came by to bring my cassava cake for Lunar New Year! And I have pretty masks (including some from Mo’s Bows!). And I’ll keep ticking off the days, imagining the pleasure of that first hug from my mom, the simple thrill of just being able to hold hands with someone.
Okay. It’ll be fine, this SOLSC. It might even be better than fine.
It’s the 14th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge!
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and see what the rest of this year’s slicers are up to!