mom said i should keep a diary because this is history or whatever and when they are looking back on it in 100 years people might want to read different perspectives. at this moment in time i’m trying to figure out who would want to read about me finishing a whole 1000 piece puzzle with alena in one morning but i can’t argue with the future.
we did that by the way. and we ate bacon.
maybe i’ll pretend that someone is reading this 100 years from now and they know nothing about me so i’ll explain a little bit. my name is abbey jame, i’m 30. i’m married. i have brown hair and green eyes and i think a little bit of my hair is falling out from stress. if you didn’t know, this moment in history we are going through a pandemic and the world is actually shut down. like all the way. in italy you can only leave your house if you have papers from the government telling you that you can do that. and its only for groceries. a lot of people have died from it and writing that makes me feel like i’m writing one of those young adult fiction books about the end of the world. like divergent or the maze runner. a lot of people have also gotten better but the way that the media works you don’t really hear about that. i keep saying, “this is the weirdest time to be alive.” and I think it is. we all stay in our homes and if we absolutely have to go out we hold our breathe when we walk past people. caleb, (thats my husband) keeps smiling really big if he has to go out because he says people are crazy right now and he feels like he needs to be extra friendly.
we don’t go to church anymore. thats a weird thing to write too. all of church is online because it might be dangerous to meet in a big group. if anything has shifted in my perspective these days its that i would give my right arm to be able to meet with my church family. i have always taken for granted getting to freely worship with others and even when you know something is true, until you actually live it you can’t understand it. i keep thinking about the first sunday this quarantine is over and how amped we are all going to be getting back together.
normal days right now look a lot like working from home. reading, working out, baking things because i’m bored. wishing i hadn’t baked something because we are getting fat. long boarding around the empty parking lot next to our building when it isn’t raining. and i feel like through all of those things i just never stop talking things through with the Lord. most of my thoughts are just, “what is going on and what do we think about this…?”
it really is the weirdest time to be alive.
i guess thats all for now. who even knows how to end a diary entry anyway.