I don’t even know how to answer. I kicked off the year by uprooting my entire life: breaking up with my boyfriend, packing up my extensive shit, and moving across the country to a state where I’d never set foot & knew exactly one (1) person.
It had to be done, and at the time, the timing was right. My lease was up, my relationship was kaput, my job was over … and for very many reasons, I badly wanted to GTFO of the city, and state, and region.
Covid meant renting the 2nd house I saw (the 1st got rented out from under me) lest the property management offices close & leave me stuck in my friend-of-a-friend’s attic indefinitely. I basically jumped on the first available unit that would lease to me. Can’t say that was ideal.
Covid has enforced isolation just when I left all social networks and moved to a brand new place. It’s hard for me to tell if quarantine is enabling my natural introvert tendency, or exacerbating it, or just providing a convenient excuse.
My ex is in a similar position, and we’ve leaned on each other far more than we might have if we were each able to, yanno, meet new people. I haven’t decided if that’s good or bad: move on? or reconcile?
I’ve worked retail since all this shit hit the collective fan, so it’s not like I’m isolating myself. In fact, I’ve interacted with hundreds of strangers - and their filthy cash dollars - every day that I earned money.
So I dunno. Covid hasn’t hit me as hard as some, but my life was turned upside-down this year regardless.