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• 2020-08-31

  My Story

  I was in the military and on the opposite side of the country as my family when the pandemic began to take hold. Heavy restrictions were applied to those of us who were living on the base where I was stationed. At first the leaders within my organization said that restrictions would be temporary and would dissipate soon, if they were followed. The restrictions that we were required to follow were as follows: we couldn't leave the base, unless it was for essential travel (i.e. groceries), we could not be within six feet of each other, and we could not go into our friends rooms. While these restrictions were for our own good, it greatly reduced the quality of life for myself and my friends, because we could not hangout together like we used and most of our families were hundreds of miles away. Additionally, leave to go home was not being approved because of the restricted movement that was put in place. Eventually, the supposedly beneficial rules that were set in place to protect us, turned out to produce more scorn and hate for the people who made them, who didn’t care follow them, than they did good. After months of living like this, the rules became loose enough for people, who were from out of town, to come and visit. This being said, life for the first four or five months of the pandemic were full of totalitarian rules and heartache. Overall, life in the beginning of the pandemic was bleak and grey without any vision of color for the future. In August of 2020, my then fiancée and family were able to travel across the country to see me. The relief that I felt to be able to see my loved ones was indescribable and much needed. When they were in town, my wife and I got married and we were able spend a week with our families before they left for California. While, the relief that I felt was overwhelming and fantastic, I would never want anyone to live in forced separation from their loved ones, no matter the cost.