Judi Pachino’s “Memory And Meaning”

At this time of my life, things begin to change very rapidly or not at all.  COVID has brought these experiences to the front of my thinking. As an only ‘child’ with no siblings to share toys, contests, or experiences, I’ve learned to easily be content in my solitude. Consequently, the onset of isolation as enforced by the virus was easy for me initially. 

I lived in my well-appointed condo with ease and little concern or disgruntlement. I worked out grocery delivery in a number of ways and had prepared food sent in. I discovered a multitude of entertainment opportunities on television. All was well. As time went on, I did, at times, dislike not being able to meet friends for whatever.  

After waiting for the restrictions to abate for a number of months, I proceeded with an established plan to move to a senior living residence where meals were delivered to my apartment door. All amenities were ceased. As my time on Zoom increased for meetings, classes, and various group activities, I felt this whole system was easily tolerated; and even desirable. I joined mahjongg and canasta groups to play online or masked in my building. The ‘new living’ was very comfortable. I spoke to my children and grandchildren on zoom and face time.  

Now, as my living facility begins to ‘open up’ and one finds a need for forming groups for dinner, etc., I have more feelings of anxiety. Hopefully, I’ll make the changes, establish more friendships and resume the comfort level familiar to me in my isolation.