Every morning, I wake up and open the blinds of my window. The weather is always different, come rain or come shine. But nothing else is, apart from what day or month it is. I have to spend twenty-four hours (sleeping included) making my way through the day, all with an understanding of what we are facing at this moment.
The shops are always open, but because of the law I have to sit in the car and keep myself occupied. I either have a round of Mario Kart on my Nintendo Switch or listen to some bangers on my phone, all while I wait for my mum to come back. Social distancing asks her to stand in queues, which she does not know have increased or decreased, but as soon as she is in, she checks everything off the list and returns to the car, ready to head back home, all with me and me alone riding shotgun.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Seven days, all of which change. Rain, sun, thunder, snow, wind. Kinds of weather, all of which change. January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November and December. Twelve months, all of which change. But here, nothing else does. I understand what’s happening, yet sometimes, it makes me feel like a lone wolf not seeing fellow family members or my pals from school. They’re part of my life, but now they need to follow the same rules, like me.
I live in the middle of nowhere, so I never hear the claps and cheers for every Thursday evening at 8pm coming close by – except from the TV. But when this is all over, I’ll forget all that’s been occurring and come back to the people I love with rainbows of hugs, kisses, gifts‚ I missed yous and all else that’s needed for a reunion.