As the nationwide isolation continues I find myself having grown accustomed to the loneliness that fills the void of my day to day routine. The first week back home felt as though the whole world was conspiring against me and my hopes for the upcoming weeks. It is obvious that I was no longer able to see my friends, but at the same time the DOD restricted all unessential military travel; I was supposed to have my boyfriend home for two weeks before he deployed leaving me with at least a year before I can see him next. My parents, who should be noted are already unsupportive of a long-distance relationship, simply said: “build a bridge and get over it.” 

So how does one readily build a bridge over a river that moves as quickly as a rug that is pulled out from under you? I found this answer as I thought of all my love ones that couldn’t imagine my life without. Social isolation is my way, and literally everyone else’s, way to help keep those who are important in our lives away from a virus that is described quite literally as ‘going to hell and back.’ While yes this unforeseen circumstance really put a damper on our lives, there’s a larger issue than no more parties or potentially no summer vacations. If you look at the bigger picture where it’s projected that 240,000 US citizens could die from this virus, it is quite easy to build a bridge and get over yourself. 

After a week or so of throwing myself a daily pity-party, I got off my high horse and stopped thinking only of myself. While I don’t what to say that our generation’s issues right now are not meaningful, they just can’t be the only thing we keep in mind right now. Overall, I would say that I am melancholy but I quickly snap out of it and try to make the best of the situation. 

By: Hannah Kirby