



Its hard for me to believe that a few short months ago, I was on a trip of a lifetime in Toronto. My career as an Interior Designer was well on track and, my life felt like it was in a good place. Now I am confined to four walls of my home, projects that I depended on for my income have now grounded to a halt, and as for my mental state I just feel lost.





I long for that morning commute to the office, moaning about traffic and the poor weather. I yearn for mundane slalom of grocery shopping. Instead of the dystopian queue at the door, wipe my basket and stand within the yellow tape, chore that it's become.





I know that these are trivial problems to have. With so many people truly vulnerable and scared, families not able to visit or support them. In these hard times it seems like the only logical thing to do is stay positive and work through it.



