I turn off my snooze button for the seventh time. I turn to look at the clock and I see that I have five minutes until my zoom class. I grudgingly sit up, grab my laptop from my desk, and crawl back under the covers to watch my lecture from bed.
I have grown accustomed to this mundane routine. The days of yearning for things to go back to normal have passed. I now live on a bed-to-fridge-to-couch basis. It has been almost a year now of being quarantined at home, and hopefully there is not much more to go.
That being said, it hasn’t been all that bad. I’ve been able to explore new hobbies such as binge-watching Netflix shows and Among Us tournaments. I get to attend class in comfy sweatpants and get to eat any time I want. I look forward to my daily walks because that’s my me-time. I get to breathe fresh air, listen to my music, and escape the pending workload.
What makes staying at home for a year a unique challenge for me, however, is being in an Asian household. Quarantining for long periods of time isn’t fun no matter what ethnicity you may be, but being Asian has its own craziness. Firstly, there’s the struggle of trying to get the house quiet enough to be able to unmute myself on zoom meetings. There’s always some family member talking loudly in the background. Next, there’s the frequent interruptions. This may range from my mom offering me fruit to my sister looking for her charger in my room.
All jokes aside, I like to take time to remember what I am thankful for. I am grateful that I get to eat my Indian mom’s delicious meals every day, a luxury I would not have if I was living on campus. I’ve gotten to spend a lot of time with my family and strengthen our bonds. I have connected deeper with my Indian heritage and have grown to love and cherish my culture.