Quarantine Day 19: Has this house always been this small?

Hello, it me.

Today has been an alright day actually. I’m either getting used to being home or I have increased ability of being able to lie to myself. After all I had so much alone time with myself, got to know myself a bit better so I can lie better to myself . Today passed with cleaning the socks that have been forever lonely as far as I have had this house. It seems that I am getting rid of things much quicker. My survival instincts must have been kicking in that I can get rid of shit without having longer hope for the future like “ Oh maybe I will find the pair”. I’m more like “fuck it, once I can leave this house I will buy new ones…

Maybe I started to appreciate life more, like little things we can do. Today we got a delivery of a carpet: You know the one that is in every single Pinterest picture when you google minimal house design, the white one with black geometrical shapes on it, yes that arrived today. I promise you I was jealous of the delivery guy who freely drives around and sees life, sees the centre maybe, some people, the nice Italian buildings.

I have especially been unlucky because I chose to self-isolate after I have returned from Rome on 23rd February, before shit hit the fan. I self-isolated because I didn't want anyone to catch my cold, someone old maybe or someone who has low immune system. I mean think about it, even with friends who have/had cancer. How can I be selfish enough to give them something so simple for me and you like a “cold” and risk their life. No, anyway I stayed home since then.

Since moving to a city with so little amount of people I started closing myself home before coronavirus happened. Now just going out even on my own for a croissant and coffee would be great. Me and Tommy joked once we are able to leave the house there will probably be flying cars and I will be like “ What year is this”.

Meanwhile crazy story, we ordered Indian food today as we have been cooking for 19 days all three meals at home and my hands are starting to hurt from cooking. So when the delivery guy comes I decided that I will open the door to get the food and change money etc. as women are much less likely to catch the virus. We also have been told by the food delivery company that we must be wearing gloves and maintain 1 metre distance with the guy. It will literally be like a scene from movies where he drops the food on the floor and I go pick it up and leave the money.

I had a few things to say today I guess, I am getting more comfortable writing to you guys because we have only each other to talk to and internet is my social life right now. Nothing changed from before.I am also working on building more space for myself however I can’t help but notice…Has this house been this small?

See you tomorrow x