Cool date to start my blogging journey, ain’t it?

Last year was extremely stressful for me (let’s not get into the details as they are a bit personal) or so I thought. I did not know then what, not just I, but everyone around the world was going to have to endure in the year 2020. Coronavirus, COVID-19, SARS-CoV2 — at least one of these terms inevitably pops up during our family breakfast, lunch and dinner conversations. I keep wondering when I will be able to breathe the air outside my home without having to filter it through the layers of my 3-ply mask. When will I feel comfortable to allow my children to play with their friends without having to worry about them catching the dreaded infection? People are saying this is the new normal, and we all have to learn to co-exist with the SARS-CoV2. Really? The past seems so distant now — when I didn’t think twice about riding the city bus with hundreds of other co-riders. My heart didn’t skip a beat if a person less than 2 feet away from me sneezed or coughed or laughed loudly (without a mask that too!). The present feels surreal. Every time I look at the sign “MASK ON?” hanging on my front door (Yes, had to put up a sign after I repeatedly forgot to wear this new piece of clothing, which turns out to be almost as important as, if not more than, a bra in this current scenario), I keep wondering why; what did we do to deserve this? The future — who knows what’s in store for us? Is a vaccine going to be our savior? Or will herd immunity kick in before that? No one knows how the year 2020 is going to end. No one knows what the year 2021 is going to be like. I keep looking at the glass, and think it’s half empty. Is that true, or am I just not seeing it the right way?