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Friday, March 13th
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Friday, March 13th
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Quarantine personal story
It was March 13th. The last day I would see my best friends and the people I loved for a very long time. I hadn’t realized in the moment because it all happened so fast. My life, as well as everyone else’s, was stripped away from me in a heartbeat. I was born almost exactly a year after 9/11. I grew up listening to the horror stories of that day, and for some reason I felt so connected, as if I actually lived it. I never realized how much a calamity like that actually affects a person until I lived through it. Ultimately, the COVID pandemic is my 9/11. It is hard to function normally when you’re amidst a world-wide tragedy. This time has given me the ability to reflect, and think about how much I have been missing. I have been missing what has been right in front of me. I miss my best friends. The ones who are the reason I wake up everyday with a smile on my face. I miss my “school” friends. The ones who I didn’t necessarily hangout with on the weekends, but still gave me a reason to love my life. I miss my teachers. The ones who always keep me entertained and always helping me succeed. I miss life outside of my home. I miss driving aimlessly with my friends on a Saturday night. I miss working at the movie theater. I miss hearing my friends’ laughter. I miss every single small moment in my life right now. I’m sick of the news. I’m sick of people dying unexpectedly. I’m sick of the sickness. The scariest part of it all: how much longer when it already feels like it’s been a lifetime?
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text story
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Curator's Tags (Omeka Classic)
Date Submitted (Dublin Core)
04/24/2020
Date Modified (Dublin Core)
10/26/2020
02/25/2021
10/20/2021
Date Created (Dublin Core)
04/24/2020
Text (Omeka Classic)
It was March 13th. The last day I would see my best friends and the people I loved for a very long time. I hadn’t realized in the moment because it all happened so fast. My life, as well as everyone else’s, was stripped away from me in a heartbeat. I was born almost exactly a year after 9/11. I grew up listening to the horror stories of that day, and for some reason I felt so connected, as if I actually lived it. I never realized how much a calamity like that actually affects a person until I lived through it. Ultimately, the COVID pandemic is my 9/11. It is hard to function normally when you’re amidst a world-wide tragedy. This time has given me the ability to reflect, and think about how much I have been missing. I have been missing what has been right in front of me. I miss my best friends. The ones who are the reason I wake up everyday with a smile on my face. I miss my “school” friends. The ones who I didn’t necessarily hangout with on the weekends, but still gave me a reason to love my life. I miss my teachers. The ones who always keep me entertained and always helping me succeed. I miss life outside of my home. I miss driving aimlessly with my friends on a Saturday night. I miss working at the movie theater. I miss hearing my friends’ laughter. I miss every single small moment in my life right now. I’m sick of the news. I’m sick of people dying unexpectedly. I’m sick of the sickness. The scariest part of it all: how much longer when it already feels like it’s been a lifetime?
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