March 17th, 2020
Six days in, and I don’t know if I can do it anymore. Six days of social distancing, six days of untrusting, and six days of uncertainty are driving me absolutely crazy.
The coronavirus is causing global havoc. Travel plans are coming to a halt. And I am starting to lose it. Everything is closing, and I feel like I’m not living anymore.
I am a prisoner to the Coronavirus and I’m not even infected.
Trinidad has closed its borders for 14 days, making my 5-week trip very questionable at this point. And although I have no plans of canceling my trip, I’m starting to feel like I’m absolutely insane for not considering it.
Depression is starting to trickle in, as I continue to work from home, limit my outside time, and my nostalgia for Trinidad grows stronger.
I miss my uncle. I miss the life I lived while I was in Trinidad. I’ve been planning my return trip since 2018, with constant calls to back home, hour-long conversations with my uncle, and endless promises to return soon.
With over a year of promises, I finally got my chance to make good on everything. But then here comes a worldwide pandemic to shake everything up.
As the COVID-19 cases continue to rise, it seems like New York is now ground zero for the virus.
And as each day passes, I feel like I’m going crazy. And the more I think about the time I have, the less productive I feel.
Lord, I pray that this passes quickly.
I need to be free, and I can’t be in the confines of my own home.
Somebody save me.
And God, save us all.