Is there something wrong with me? I'm enjoying this time of social distancing and staying at home with my husband. I am virtually anxiety free and feel like this is the most important vacation I've ever been on. What if the world was slower, quieter, and simpler?
This feeling of contentment is new for me. I'm not sure if it is good or bad. I wonder if it will last once the quarantine ends? I'm going to have to think about this before I write more.
And P.S., I'm sure I'd feel differently if I was alone.