living in a world where it would be socially acceptable for me to live in relative isolation from my fellow humans. A world where all social events and gatherings were indefinitely postponed. A world where I would receive no grief for opting out of communal participation because everyone else was in the same boat.
In my mind, I always pictured this as a sort of introvert’s Xanadu.
But I didn’t anticipate that such an existence would also include me trying to work from home while my kids were sequestered from attending school for the foreseeable future.
With each passing day, this feels less like Xanadu and more like a proverbial 10th stage of hell.