In the beginning of quarantine, I stayed at home and didn't really see anyone for more than two months. I attended a lot of Zoom hangouts, FaceTimed countless friends, and even talked to some people on the phone. I did a couple of drive-bys to my mom's house to wave to her from my car. Basically, I had zero physical human contact for 62 days.
While I tried to keep myself busy, those were also the hardest months for me. You might have felt the same way, too. There were still so many unanswered questions, everything felt so foreign, and there was a lot of uncertainty (and the anxiety that comes from that). My worrying levels were at an all-time high, and that's saying a lot because I consider myself a professional worrier.
As things started to open up more in Los Angeles and testing became widely available, I started to venture out more, safely and socially distanced, of course. I'm still living alone and quarantining alone, but I have a few select friends and family who I see while taking the right safety precautions, like getting tested regularly and wearing masks. Now, seven months later, I am getting used to this "new normal." I don't think I will ever be truly comfortable with what we're all going through right now, but I've found my own ways of coping and getting through it.