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I Don’t Even Want to Socialize Anymore
Or, the things I don’t miss and what I’ve gained.
I have embraced my existence within my house, where I have been sequestered for more than a year. This includes keeping our family quarantined during COVID-times, and my maternity leave after the birth of my second child. I was already bunkered down in caregiving mode before the pandemic began its meteoric tour through the world. Here’s the thing- I don’t want to socialize anymore.
COVID has brought out my inner creativity, and my inner curmudgeon.
I have a giant pile of delicious books on my nightstand waiting for my hungry eyes. I have a note pad full of story ideas and grab at precious time to work on them whenever I can. At this point in my culinary journey, I can cook almost anything that I want to eat. I don’t want to “catch up” over expensive drinks and mediocre food. Or stand around at a party, seltzer in hand, because my aging body has let me know that it will make me pay dearly if I have more than one alcoholic beverage. I don’t want to network, fraternize, mingle, or wear uncomfortable heels (which is all heels).
This is a grand departure from past versions of myself. College me, who was always in search of not only the party, but the ideal afterparty. To say…