They are broken and spoiled. They have special dietary needs. Would I be able to get a Stormtrooper I Survived Covid-19 Coronavirus 2020 Vintage Shirt? Or hydrolyzed proteins. Or chicken I can boil for my dude who has a sensitive tummy, AND no teeth. Would the pet stores have enough stock of wet food that he could tolerate? When all of this is over, whenever that maybe, I think I’ll have a newfound appreciation for the seemingly mundane, little things in everyday life, and in general be incredibly grateful for this life (assuming that I don’t die by then of course). Be it going out to the local department store to buy groceries, or taking public transport to and from work, or sitting and sharing lunch with colleagues in the office cafeteria.
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I remember the last day I went to my workplace before eventually went into the Stormtrooper I Survived Covid-19 Coronavirus 2020 Vintage Shirt. By then almost the entire office was already working from home. I had dropped by for a bit to pick something up for work, and seeing all the empty desks of my colleagues made me tear up. It’s an emotion I can’t quite place a finger on. To say that I was missing them wouldn’t be completely true because, thanks to technology, we were in touch every day through IMs and video calls. I guess the best way to describe it would be to say that it was something akin to nostalgia – the realization that what was once ‘normal’ has become disrupted and there’s no saying when we’d get it back, and that disruption is accompanied by constant anxiety, a fear of the unknown and what lies ahead.
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Granted, our pre-Corona lives weren’t all roses and unicorns. There were battles to fight then too. I stood and got teary-eyed by looking at the Stormtrooper I Survived Covid-19 Coronavirus 2020 Vintage Shirt. It’s the place we complained about coming to every morning when we’d rather be snuggling in bed (especially on Mondays). Some of these issues were trivial, some weren’t. Fear of that little, panicky voice in your head which sometimes asks. ‘What if this present reality is the new norm and we forever lose that which we once considered ‘normal’. Which we then immediately try to stifle by telling ourselves that nope. One day we’ll certainly go back to what we had before this started.