Maggie McCann || April 1st 2020
We’ve made it. Were out of March. The year long month. I cannot believe its only April. Both the passing of days and the world outside have slowed to a snail’s pace, or at least in the city it has. I can imagine things are feeling a bit less apocalyptic outside the city and New Jersey, were seriously in the epicenter here and every day I hear of a new person, a friend of a friend, a co-workers aunt, a sisters boyfriend, all testing positive, its creeping closer and closer.
I left my house for the first time in four days today its starting to get nice out so were taking walks, my family and I. we took a ride down to Lemon Creek park, it’s the best my family and I have gotten along in days, my dads started working every other day at work so were all staring to get exceedingly stir crazy ad were taking it out on eachother. But today we went on a walk, the birds were all nesting in the group of bird houses in the park, we spent a while watching those, we recreated a picture of my sister, my dad and I from maybe ten years ago, and we walked the beach for about a half hour. My parents told me about an old factory that used to sit right on the water, they hung out there with their friends in the 80’s until it burned to the ground in ’97.
We stopped by my grandparent’s house, we stood at the curb while my grandparents barely stepped out of their doorway. the one thing everyone keeps asking is “are you going to the store?” or “do you need something from the store?” this time it was my grandma asking my mom for detergent, coffee and paper towels (if there were any) we stood and talked for a while until we all went back home.