A Short Quarantine Story

Just when I thought 2020 would be a fun, thrilling year—it takes its best effort for the biggest plot twist in my entire years of existence. 

It's my second year of working, so I've been hopeful. Working as an auditor surely took lots of space and time in my life, but I'm not complaining since it was my choice to begin with. I was grateful, I am grateful. Being an auditor means I would have to sacrifice the first quarter of the year dedicated for my job since it's what they called as "the peak season"; spreadsheets to prepare, deadlines to meet. I am delightfully accept that as the consequences, while looking forward for low season that usually begins in May (not that it means I don't have to prepare any more spreadsheets or working on deadlines).

Just when March is finally arrived and counting days to my finally low season—boom! the pandemic hits me (and practically the whole world). No more working from office and talking to friends or teammates, no more casual hang outs, no more going out for a coffee run in weekends, no more watching movies in cinema, no more accidentally meet strangers' eyes and smile at each other (since wearing masks is as mandatory as wearing seat belts), no more walking around the city without feeling afraid and insecure.

This year screams nothing but terror. People are dying, numbers are going up every day, vaccines are still a long way to go. It is as if nothing good this year could offer but misery and struggles that it almost feels like a terrible Sci-Fi movie plot. 

Yet, I've been trying my best to survive and staying sane. So I'm writing this blog to remind myself years after, that even if life gives me lemon, I did everything I could to enjoy lemonade instead of whining about not having my matcha latte already.