Literally nothing about this quarantine has been easy.
Let’s back up. We have been self-quarantining since March 11. At the time, my best friend told me to brace myself — this wasn’t going to be a one or two week thing. Never did I think we’d make it to the middle of April and still not see a light at the end of the tunnel. And yet here we are, nearing the end of May. How much longer can this go on?
To add a fun plot twist to the mix, my husband and I decided to put our house on the market at the beginning of March. The turnover in the area we live is generally slow. You could wait weeks, months even, before finding a buyer. But by some dumb luck (divine intervention? comedy of errors?) our house sold within a month.
We thought we had enough time to both sell our current home and buy our new dream house, but alas! Pandemic! Not only could we not physically make it to New Jersey (sigh, yes, we are moving to dirty Jerz) to see homes, but worse — nothing new came on the market for over a month.
Here’s the super condensed version: we freaked out, drank a ton of wine to cope with our feelings of despair, and ended up signing the lease on a townhouse for 6 months to buy us some time. It was that or live on the cruel streets of Montclair ((the streets of Montclair are the opposite of cruel, but I was MAJORLY panicking; where would we go?!)).
And that, in a larger nutshell than intended, is why we will have to move a second time, a few months down the road. I realize how much there is to be grateful for — we have everything we could possibly need and then some — but it doesn’t lessen the sting of moving not once but twice! during a pandemic, all while working from home, acting as a substitute stay-at-home school teacher to three young kids, and attempting to keep my mental health in tact.
It’s fine. IT’S FINE. We’re all going to be fine.
In the meantime, I’d like to offer my solidarity to all the parents taking on the role of school teacher, all the couples who know they shouldn’t work together but are now stuck sharing an office space while sending each other death glares for breathing too loudly, and lastly to my fellow women entrepreneurs. You will pull through this, and you will be stronger.
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