NYC Living: January
Actualizado: feb 3
The last month of 2020 has was an unforgettable one to say the least.
The first part of December was spent settling into the apartment and trying to get into the holiday spirit. After getting a small (and very overpriced) Christmas tree and hanging some garland, our place looked as festive as could be.
With all the changes that we've gone through the past few months, it was so warming to have twinkling lights on and the scent of a pine tree lingering in the air.
Fast forward to a week before Christmas, I started to not feel well and ended up testing positive for COVID. I felt sick, tired and scared. Like most of us, I have been wearing a mask at all times outside of my apartment, disinfecting my hands and keeping my distance from others. You hear stories, read articles and watch the news of everyone else's experiences, but you never know how you'll feel until it happens to you. My first instinct was to cry because I didn't know what was going to happen. I went back to the apartment, feeling deflated and overwhelmed. My emotions were heightened with Christmas days away and knowing we would be in quarantine through the holidays.
I'm typically a "busy body" type of person, so I thought I would have a tough time staying in bed day after day, but the truth was I felt so sick I didn't even want to get up. As I spent eight days in bed, I deleted facebook and my news app to keep my mind off of what was happening and concentrated on binge watching shows, movies and fielding face time calls from friends and family. I've gone through surgeries, have been uncomfortable in situations and have gone through my fair share of anxiety attacks, but getting COVID is high up on the list for one of the worst things I've been through. Being an anxious person to begin with, I would say that getting sick took a toll on my mental health as well.
When I was first planning out this post in the beginning of the month, I was not intending to write about testing positive for COVID or struggling with the aftermath. It's ok though. In the beginning of the December, I saw the Christmas tree at Rockefeller, walked up and down the street of Fifth ave admiring the shop windows, and got hot cocoa at Ralph's, but that's for a later time.
Today, I'm looking ahead and getting better each day. Until then, stay safe and healthy!