Ever since the pandemic, my friends and I joke that time has lost all meaning. “March lasted a year and April went by in a week.” Now it’s September. We ask each other, “What day is it?” not so much to look for answers but to express our collective daze. Many of us are still quarantined, working at home, managing life without childcare, trying in our own ways to find the good things that have come out of this new normal. But despite our confusion, life keeps moving forward, indifferent of the world seeming to collapse around us. One friend adopted a dog. Another held a zoom wedding. A few of us had babies.
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Ever since the pandemic, my friends and I joke that time has lost all meaning. “March lasted a year and April went by in a week.” Now it’s September. We ask each other, “What day is it?” not so much to look for answers but to express our collective daze. Many of us are still quarantined, working at home, managing life without childcare, trying in our own ways to find the good things that have come out of this new normal. But despite our confusion, life keeps moving forward, indifferent of the world seeming to collapse around us. One friend adopted a dog. Another held a zoom wedding. A few of us had babies.