Life or Something Like It

One Year Later…

March 17. I’ve always looked forward to this day on the calendar. For me, it’s the unofficial start of Spring. Winter is officially over (for me) at this point. It rarely snows in our area beyond that point and the flowers in our yard are coming up by then. If I can make it to March 17th, I’m good.

It’s also St. Patrick’s Day, one of my favorite non-major holidays – not because of the drinking or the partying, but simply because I love all things Irish. I already posted about my love for Irish things here and here. I’ve been to Ireland twice and all I ever want to do is go back. I swear a piece of my soul lives in Ireland.

Today, March 17 marks exactly one year since quarantine started for me. One year since I began working remotely instead of going into the office every day. One year since my normal routine was turned upside down by COVID. With the exception of a brief, two-week period in July, I haven’t seen any of my coworkers in a year.

It’s been a crazy year. 

I got married. If you think planning a wedding is difficult, try planning one during pandemic. It was so very stressful. But it was also beautiful. It was the only time in the last 365 days I had the chance to see some of my friends in person and those few hours were the most normal – and most happy – I have felt in this past year.

My nephew was born, and he is the cutest, sweetest, happiest child I have ever met. I love him to death and I am so excited to be an aunt.

We elected a new president (thank god) and the first female vice president.

My husband and I bought a new car, which to some may not seem like a big deal, but my husband’s car was one of his last tangible links to his father so it was a difficult step for him.

I passed my certification exam to be a Salesforce Administrator, which is a huge step in my career. I’m looking forward to continuing to learn and grow and advance.

I have been fortunate. I have been healthy and I have not personally lost anyone to the virus, though I have many friends who have lost loved ones.

It’s been a crazy year.

I miss going out for coffee or shopping with my friends.

I miss my friends.

I miss in-person church gatherings.

I miss going shopping without being paranoid about how close other people are.

I miss eating in restaurants.

I miss in-person book clubs.

I miss caring about my makeup. (Because what’s the point with a mask on?)

I miss wearing “work clothes.”

I miss my normal routine.

The last 365 days have been a roller coaster of emotions.

It’s been a crazy year.

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