Letters to the Outside World
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At the start of the COVID-19 pandemic I was working in fast food, but about a week after California went into lockdown I had to leave to go into quarantine with my family. I promised I would only be gone for two weeks, but I ended up being gone for three months. Those were some of the hardest and loneliest months of my life, so to keep myself from losing it I began keeping a journal. I would write in it almost every night. This helped me maintain a sense of time, a sense of the moving average of cases, and it helped give me an idea of whether or not it'd be safe to call back in to work within the next few days. Most importantly though it was a way of feeling connected to my friends who I was unable to contact during that time. These became my letters to my friends in the outside world. Now that we're open again for dine-in I think it's time you, them, and the world get to read my record of quarantine for yourselves. These are my letters to the outside world :)
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