Dear Diary,
It’s now Day 15 of my 21 day quarantine. I am sorry for neglecting you lately diary. I have now fallen into a nice quarantine routine and days have gone by easily. I guess this is what long-term prisoners feel like…
I start my days at 6am, not because I’m an early bird, but solely because this is the only time when there’s the most pedestrian traffic outside my window. I like to lovingly caress my window and pretend I’m amongst the regular, fresh air breathing people. This goes on to about 7am or when someone sees me and I need to awkwardly back away from the window so as not to get arrested for being creep when I come out of quarantine.
7-9am: I wash up and await for my breakfast to be delivered like a teenage girl waiting for BTS (or Taylor Swift) tickets to be dropped. I try to distract myself by making coffee and watching the morning news, but everyone knows I’m waiting for that magical knock on the door. When the meal finally comes I excitedly open it but to be disappointed by the sight of cabbage…again. I spend the remainder of the time upset at yet another semi letdown of a meal.
10am: I go for a long walk around my room, trying to will myself to stay active.
11am: I check some work emails, just enough where I don’t get fired. Maybe do a bit of work
11:30am: I start to anticipate lunch delivery
12-2pm: I do a short YouTube workout video to distract myself from lunch arrival. My heart’s not in the workout, I’m usually wondering about how I’ll dress up the cabbage that comes with my meal. Lunch comes and another disappointment washes over me. This has become a vicious cycle of a love-hate relationship I have with meal time. *shudders* flashbacks to toxic relationships. Note to self: add cabbage meals to the list of ex boyfriends and bad tinder dates.
3pm: I try to meditate by the window cuz I hear it’s suppose to be good for you. But most of the time I’m looking out for people walking around in the airport building across from me. I wave when I see people. They never wave back. Rude.
4-5pm: I feel like I’ve earned my right to watch a Netflix show. Sometimes I try to be intellectual and read a book. If it’s a special day, I do happy hour with my other quarantine comrades.
6-8pm: I anticipate dinner!! It’s now my 108th time peeping through the hole to see if dinner has arrived. When are they going to come?!!! I check our hotel group chat.
9-11pm: shower, hand-wash my clothes, send some emails and pretend like I’ve worked hard all day. Sometimes if I feel fancy I’ll write in my diary (like today) or watch a movie while I put on a face mask…gotta keep my asian youthfulness somehow!
I never knew meal times would be the highlight of my days. My playing cards have come in handy and have relearned how to play solitaire…I feel ancient. 4 days left. Maybe I’m not ready to leave?
Nah!!
Love,
Vicky
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