I was reading rumors about the Coronavirus just after a great date in the beginning of January. I thought wow isn't that interesting, should be minor like the last Sars outbreak. In February, I got really sick. I didn't go to the hospital because most of the time I get over it within 3 days, but this one clung to me for 3 weeks. In March I had the final news that I had to uproot my life due to my job. I had to say goodbye to my recently acquired social life and good times.
On the day I had to move, I received a call from my mother. During that call my Grandma was having issues and we had to to end the call abruptly. I took a 2 hour nap, and during that time my Grandma died. I moved to my new city full of despair, Coronavirus quarantining was just starting for my country. I have made 0 new friends! Yay! My planned trip back home was cancelled for the summer, and on top of that my vacation was cut for more work.While I was accustomed to living by myself before, I was also much happier when I had a healthier social life earlier this year.
Either way a year won't ever be like 2020 again, I don't have any grandmas left to die. Hopefully the rest of my family holds on for years to come, past this pandemic. Good times don't last long for me, but I still stay strong mentally, because if I wasn't, I probably wouldn't survive.
