Or this: Me, with my 6-person posse, crammed into one of my girlfriend's car, jamming to either Westlife or Simple Plan or some outdated boyband song from the early 2000s as we try to navigate our way through the city center in search of a restaurant we had seen on a Facebook post entitled "Top 5 places to go if you're a foodie", or something along those lines.
That was exactly how I had envisioned my August... until the universe decided to throw a massive curveball that is a worldwide pandemic at humanity. Now I am typing this from my boyfriend's place as we (try to) isolate ourselves from the outside world, as instructed by the government.
Don't get me wrong, I have zero fears in contracting the virus. My main concern, however, is having it spread to my loved ones back home. The only thing I want to bring home is duty-free maple syrup, not a life-threatening virus. Moreover, there is the possibility of the situation going south when I get back home, which could very well prevent me from coming back to finish my studies.
Despite all this, I guess I should still be grateful for my circumstances. I was lucky enough to have landed myself a job before the pandemic, and even luckier to be able to extend my work term until the end of summer. Furthermore, I honestly could not have asked for a better partner with whom I could spend my seemingly endless indoor days.
Picture this: Me, working a job that I love and being in a happy relationship.
