It is without a doubt that 2020 has affected all our lives thanks to Covid-19. Many have lost jobs, family members and suffered financially in face of the arrival of the coronavirus. Not to say that my life has not been affected by the virus, yet, I seem to be extremely humbled by my geographic location. Since the beginning of it all, I have been in one of the safest places in the world during the coronavirus and I still have found no one to personally thank.
Back in April, when I would turn on the news, I could not believe what my eyes were seeing and what was being reported in the United States. Panoramic views of thousands of burial sites for lifeless bodies that were once healthy wiped out by the coronavirus were covered on every channel. It came to a point, I could no longer look at the news for more than five minutes a day. Living in an almost Covid free bubble where cases in the summer remained in the single digits every day I felt helpless. Healthy individuals were losing their lives before even having the chance to pursue their dreams, tell their loved ones how they felt, have their dream jobs or even get married.
As a result of the coronavirus, I was laid off from my previous jobs working with kids due to the limiting of social gathering. These announcements were made even before the uprise in cases in my town on the Atlantic coast of Canada. I was quick to offer my help on the front lines with hopes of helping those who needed it the most. Back in April, I was finishing my schooling online while working at the front lines of the virus while others stayed the blazes home. Not to say that my community was not affected by the virus, however, my summer days were filled with Covid free announcements. Gatherings began to expand in numbers, masks were still mandatory in confined spaces but nights began to become longer as life seemed to return to somewhat normal, compared to the chaos in the United States. I count my blessings for being able to not have the anxiety of being infected by visiting a friend or fearing my work environment.
I am not implying that my community has been all butterflies and rainbows during the pandemic. I understand that senior homes were hit hard, several lost loved ones, lost jobs, lost opportunities yet I can not help but compare my situation to those who live in Central Canada or the United States where kids cannot even attend school. Thanks to the hard work of community representatives, children were able to return to train in the sports that kept them physically and mentally healthy (with restrictions), students were able to return to a safe learning environment and gathering remained at 10 or less. I was able to attend postsecondary education on campus where my learning was split into some online and most in-person classes and labs. I was able to meet students from all across the globe thanks to measures required in our community such as a 14 day isolation period, where students were asked to have little to no contact with others, with hopes to diminish the risk of Covid-19 spread on campus.
Looking back at the earlier months of the coronavirus, my bubbled community was flipped upside down. However thanks to the engagement of all, we have been able to find comfort in discomfort while slowly bringing life back to what it used to look like before the pandemic began. Never will I ever take school, dinner in a crowded restaurant or simply being less than 6 ft apart from someone, for granted.