Dear reader from the future,
I am writing this on my ninth day of home quarantine.
I haven’t contracted the virus, but that is the assumption when you travel in the time of Covid-19. The government has imposed a strict 14-day quarantine where I am fortunate to have the city approved my request to do it in my home instead of in a quarantine facility.
The first days were kind of dragging, to be honest. But now that I am almost done with the prescribed days, I am starting to get antsy. I am not nervous about the virus brewing in my insides. I believe that no pestilence can come near me, as God promised in His Word. What makes me restless is that there is a life outside of this 12-square-meter room, and I am trapped inside. How to spend my time is kind of limited to doing computer work and reading.
I even made use of the time to recall how to play the ukelele. I used it to play worship songs.
Aside from having the regular meals and occasional snacks, I keep on pacing back and forth in my room to use up some energy. But I think I am getting fatter each day.
If you are reading this and renting out a tiny space in the city, you probably know what I mean.
I hope you are doing well and I am sure that Covid-19 will be something you’ve never heard of. Unless you did your research.
Your letter writer from the past,
Jessa
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