On a Monday morning nearly a year into this pandemic, I suddenly realized how much I miss talking to strangers.
That day, I sat down at my kitchen table and began my pandemic workday routine. I read my email, logged into my virtual office, and checked my calendar to see how many Zoom meetings I had. Despite my best intentions, I got up approximately every 5 minutes to reheat or refill my coffee.
I have a desk, but I prefer to sit at the dining table so I can see out into my backyard garden. The people who lived here…
Hey! Thirteen or more college students live in the loud 3-bedroom down the street.
We are having big parties every night.
We don’t just have big parties. We also do drugs.
We don’t really care about keeping you up, but if we get reported again, we are going to have to pay a big-ass fine to the City.
We never pay attention to quiet hours. Like, ever.
None of the male housemates care how much noise we make or if we have to pay fines. So, the four female housemates “volunteered” to be the contact people.
We are under 30…
“Hoh,” demanded the small voice from underfoot. Hold.
Sighing a little, distractedly setting down the mountain of laundry, I replied automatically, “Hold, what?”
“Hoh. Peez,” he said, deliberately, with pride.
He was just eighteen months old, at the dawn of speech. I looked down finally and saw his hopeful face upturned, arms reaching for the sky, for me. I swooped him up in a rush, surprising laughter from both of us as I squeezed him close.
“Hold, please,” I repeated, suddenly wanting to hold him forever.
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