By Alexis Schatten, Editor-in-Chief
My birthday was the day before everything shut down. I had plans for that weekend that I’d spent a month looking forward to, and then overnight, everything changed.
On March 12, my family all left for school and work respectively. That night, we went out to dinner at my favorite restaurant. It was fairly empty, but it’s not a busy place, so I didn’t think much of it. As we ate, we talked about the slight changes that had taken place over the last couple of weeks as the coronavirus entered the states.
Someone made a joke about school being cancelled and everyone laughed because surely that would never happen to us, despite it having already happened in schools around the world.
On March 13, the news was filled with places shutting down and announcements about restrictions that still seemed far-off.
On March 14, I cancelled my birthday dinner because this quarantine thing was starting to seem more and more serious.
Now, more than a month into quarantine, my family has had five birthdays while sheltered in place. Both my parents and both my grandparents have birthdays in April, and while we’d normally go out for all of them, now there’s not much we can do.
It’s weird to see this month come and go with so little fanfare within my family, considering how it typically is. Birthdays have always been big for us, and now they simply can’t be.