As I look back on that time when we had to work at home, stay home, and wear masks if we went anywhere, I think my memories of that time are an indication of my privilege, which I don’t always think about.
You see, our son had to come home early from his Semester abroad in England, and transitioned to doing his college courses remotely. He lived with us and my husband and I were ordered home to work.
We had a windfall of money from not commuting or eating lunch out, and I put that to good use ordering Martha Stewart (Marley Spoon) meals delivered.
My son enjoyed the homecooked meals, as did my husband. Cocktail hour was observed and my son often picked a good one, or the perfect wine. When we got bored, we went for walks in nature or took a leisurely drive along the Delaware river. Many movies were also watched.
We live in a rural part of New Jersey, and I realized we had a lot more freedom to get out and be in nature than a lot of people living in the city. Of course, the wealthier city dwellers had second homes to flee to.
Did we miss friends and family? Of course we did, but we made do with phone calls, video chats and Zoom calls. My old local friends and I even did a regular Friday “cocktail hour” over Facebook video chat.
