I turned 30 on January 4.
And my 30s are so far off to a rough start.
I had to leave the condo I had spent my entire adult life in during that month, as it was falling apart, and perhaps more importantly, my father, who I've been taking care of for years, couldn't handle stairs anymore. We moved into a ground-level apartment in the county I had spent my entire life in, but in a different school district than the one that had been my home.
I hadn't even lived there for 2 weeks when on January 23, my father went into cardiac arrest and was taken to the hospital where he was pronounced dead. He was 63. He also had many other health problems, like lung cancer, but ultimately it was his heart that failed him.
So for the second time in a month, I had to move. I moved in with my mother, who left my dad over 5 years ago, and her boyfriend, in another county.
My troubles were not over.
As the year progressed, the COVID-19 situation got worse and worse. A lot of things in my life have been affected. I can't go shop at the grocery store for the things I want. I have to order online (well my mother does all that work). And oftentimes, I don't get everything I ask for because of stock shortages. I also can't go out to eat at a restaurant. I can't go out to do anything. I have a health condition that puts me at high risk for COVID-19.
Frankly, I did not anticipate it getting this bad. I thought it was gonna be another one of those things like Ebola which was restricted largely to third world countries. But this virus is smarter than the average virus.
One year ago, if I said "I was never going to live during a pandemic", I would have been wrong.