It’s been nine weeks since our family chose to self isolate at home. Alex happened to be home for a couple of days from prepping a movie in Cleveland, and he just never went back. The movie was shut down. We stopped going to school on March 12 and schools closed on March 13. Since then, we’ve been on the emotional rollercoaster that everyone has been living since the arrival of the Coronavirus. Or, the corona, as the kids call it. We started distant learning via online assignments and zoom class calls. The Neighborhood School has given us weekly hands on activities as well as some fun online videos. Alex is zooming away from the guestrooom or the back patio. I quickly learned how to use a sewing machine via some online tutorials and made us all facemasks. I am continually impressed by my family’s ability to mold into a new universe, and as always they are adjusting easier than I ever could have imagined. Yes, I have completely forgotten what personal space feels like, yes making three meals every.single.day is exhausting as are the dishes, yes I would really love a fancy latte from M Street Cafe, and I definitely cried reading the takeout menu from one of our favorite restaurants because I just missed it so much. And YES I miss my hugging my friends. But I truly am in awe at how easy it is for us just to be together. It’s just us, making our own fun. In all of this is the constant underlying sadness for what’s happening all around us. We feel so grateful for the opportunity to be at home, knowing it’s not as easy for others. The weight of the world is heavy on my shoulders, so we keep trying to find small ways to help. For now, we are safe and doing pretty ok. And that feels pretty great to say.