COVID-19 has amplified every facet of life, both the good and the bad. The very nature of quarantine makes introspection inevitable, so I've had a lot of time to think about myself and my place in the world—to *learn* about myself and the world.
Almost a full year later, it's strange to look back on the person I was at the beginning of all of this because, in a lot of ways, nothing has changed: I remain living in my house with my family and my three dogs, I still find myself experiencing "COVID fatigue" from time to time, I continue to occasionally be optimistic that this will all be over soon. But with that being said, in a lot of ways, everything has changed. My older brother has left to college, my youngest brother has started kindergarten. I've graduated high school; in fact, I'm not currently in school as I've elected to take a gap year before starting my studies at NYU Tisch School of the Arts to study film & TV production and art history. (For my gap year, I've been working on different productions, advocating for change as a Comic Relief Youth Advisory Council Member, and soon, I will be working as an EMT after I receive my second vaccination.)
During this Year of Quarantine, I have had learned many things, but the greatest lesson I've learned is that surrounding the importance of relationships (as corny as it may sound). During the holiday season, on December 21, I received a call from my mom, informing me that my dad tested positive for COVID and had been admitted to the hospital. When I received this call, I was parked in the car waiting for my younger brothers to come back (I took them out on a drive and they left the car to go look at the view outside). One of my little brothers is 6-years-old, and I didn't want to scare him in any way, so I just told them that it was time to head back home. My father was luckily in the hospital for only a few days, being released in late-afternoon of Christmas Eve. The rest of my family did not test positive, so my dad had to isolate from us, while the rest of the house was under a strict 14-day quarantine. Normally, we spend time with my grandparents and cousins, but this time we were unable to do this, especially because my grandparents are part of the high-risk category. We were particularly concerned about possibly exposing my grandfather, who had just finished cancer treatment less than a year ago.
As a family, we did our best to stay positive for the holidays, but it was definitely difficult. Prior to this, I had experienced periods of feeling isolated during quarantine, but this time was different, this time was harder. However, after some close friends heard about what was happening, some people began dropping off food wrapped in tinsel, or sent kind messages. These small extensions of kindness went a long way, and acted as a reminder that, while I may have been physically isolated, I was not alone.
I have always grown up in a household that instilled the value of family and friendships, but after this experience, I appreciate them even more. Whether that be through mailing letters or making homemade cookie deliveries to friends, I have since been making more of an effort to do little things like that for the people I care about, because I know how much it helped me.
I am also aware that not everyone is lucky enough to have the network of support that my family and I have, and I have so much empathy for those who may be in the hospital, unable to see their loved ones. When I start working as an EMT, I know I will be even more mindful of kindness, as there is always the possibility that the person does not have someone who can support them. Kindness, in any capacity, has always been important, but is necessary now more than ever.