I Got My First Vaccine Shot Today, A Year After My World Changed
I can finally see light at the end of the tunnel.
A year ago today was when I had the first real taste of what the coronavirus pandemic would be like. At the time, I was running NYU Local, my school’s news blog, and had just finished a long day of classes when my Slack was buzzing nonstop. NYU told students at its study away site in Florence to pack up their bags within three days and go home, lest they wanted to be stuck in a foreign country during a burgeoning pandemic. That’s when I knew that we were really in trouble. Within a week and a half, the main campus in New York shut down, too.
When I think about the beginnings of the pandemic, it’s never nostalgic. It feels like it happened to somebody else. On 6th Avenue, on my last day of in-person classes, everyone was talking about the incoming apocalypse, from delivery people on the street to the baristas at O Cafe. But I was out of my body, feeling as though I were an extra on a set for some dystopian blockbuster. All the life things I was excited about — that week, I had job interviews, grad school acceptances, my partner’s birthday party — suddenly did not belong to me. I was just another walking sack of flesh, a host for a virus to use for destruction and chaos.
