I've been thinking about how it's going to be when I get to leave my apartment again. The weird thing is that I'm the judge of when that can happen. I wish I could get some sort of confirmation from someone or something else (like a test). That's not how it works though. I need to be free of symptoms and then an additional 48 hours has to pass.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be my first day without symptoms. I have a feeling it's going to be soon! I'd like to be able to go for walks and get back to work. I've been gone for what feels like forever (and then again, these two weeks have somehow felt like one extra long weekend of being sick and miserable and then mostly just miserable).
I think it's going to be hard to be around people again. It's going to be so overwhelming. I'm getting tired already just thinking about it. After a few days, it'll probably be okay. Currently, my world is pretty small. That feels safe but I also miss the outside a lot. I'm living like a prisoner with an ankle bracelet. It could be worse but I'm also looking forward to when it's over!