More than a month has passed since the government enforced an enhanced community quarantine over Luzon, while other regions across the country have also placed their cities and municipalities on lockdown. In a sudden turn of events, our lives drastically changed and we can no longer do what used to be “normal” just a few months ago.
For me, cabin fever has already settled in and though I can move freely around the vicinity of our home, I feel trapped. I never thought I would be in this situation. Who did, right? Maybe it was the naivety or the false security that there would always be another day.
This experience has somehow made me realize the value of the little things—those that I took for granted barely a year ago, things that were just a part and parcel of my every day, stuff that I didn’t value in my belief that the world has enough time and that these mundane things will continue as they were.
We lived in a world where we didn’t sit still. We always had somewhere to be in and someone to be with, and now that these “little things” were taken away, it feels unsettling. The freedoms we took for granted are no longer available to us—and to some extent, it upsets us.
I, like everyone else, cannot wait for the day when this crisis is over. My heart is in my throat as I anxiously wait to walk with my friends and family again. And I realize now how much I have taken for granted the everyday blessings that I have been receiving.
Chats over a cup of coffee.
While social networking apps allow us to communicate with people through mobile screens and have a glimpse of others’ world, nothing beats sitting with friends in real life over cups of coffee. I miss my friends and have really taken for granted how I can just drop a text and see them in an instant. When all of this is over, I’ll make sure not to make excuses during girl’s night or catch up dinners.
I am not big on physical affection—a simple handshake and a kiss on the cheek does the trick for me. But now that I cannot go out of the house, I realize that I miss it. I long for the feel of an officemate’s tap on my shoulder every morning. I miss petting a stranger’s dog when I go for my morning run. I miss hugging friends who I see randomly at the mall. I long for the day when we can once again kiss our grandparents and hold a loved one’s hand.
Going to work.
As an editor, I have no problems working remotely. Admittedly, it has been like an eternal Sunday for me as I lounge around the house in my pajamas and converse with the whole team via social messaging apps. I am fortunate enough to be employed during this crisis. But I miss the daily social interactions with my co-workers, the office lunches at the pantry at noon, and stretching my arms after a long day of making the magic happen, knowing that I will be coming in again the next day. May we never take for granted our jobs after this and may we realize how lucky we are to have a source of income despite the occasional stresses and pressures from it.