5:27 pm on a Friday night. I have realized my entire day’s decisions were surrounded by the status of my mailbox. I wouldn’t take a walk out of fear I may miss a delivery. Harsh desperation in the form of the care package full of surprises, but mainly my grandma’s cookies, that hasn’t showed. During this time where your loved ones feel so much farther and your studio apartment is not equipped with a real oven, home baked anything is nostalgic gold. Today was not the day. My real, true heartbreak discovered during quarantine is defined by either a package undelivered or a dark and pitifully empty mailbox.
Moving on, since I am confident my package will arrive tomorrow, let’s talk about my experience as a third wheel neighbor to the adorable first date happening in front of my building. The shared sidewalk outside my door served as his pitstop while out on a run, and no he didn’t forget the flowers (props are everything). He stopped in perfect view of the smitten girl three floors up who was now shouting while halfway out her window. Assuming they met online and in order to avoid any post quarantine possible catfish scenarios they conducted an ‘in-person’ screening. Inside my first level residency my ears are front row, almost as if I were dining next to them in a restaurant. Remember dining in restaurants? After a few exchanges they both snapped a pic so they could tell all their friends that romance is not dead. They’ll now have something other than text exchanges about sexy sweat suits or complaints about dishes, again, to remember this time.
I hope it works out for them! I will be listening and waiting (for my package that is).
Since we have now returned to the topic of mail, because let’s face it waiting until the height of the afternoon to make the short jaunt outside my door to check if anything has appeared is the highlight of my day, let me introduce you to Tanya. Tanya works at the post office in my neighborhood where I visit once a week to ship any outgoing packages on my to do list. I realized the thought of her not being there would make me really quite sad. Seeing her had turned out to be something that was sure, that I could count on. An infrequent feeling during such uncertainty that I wasn’t ready to let go of, especially not without saying goodbye, or the more common phrase of the current time, “Stay safe!!”. Tanya was still there last time I visited. She does deserve a day off from the fear and risk paired with being dubbed essential, but I just hope she is aware of the part she plays in my new routine. The potential of my physical love life may be postponed but the simplicity of common interactions with community has distracted any hope of loneliness.