I don’t know when the next time I will see my parents, siblings, cousins or friends will be. And while I live far away from all of them, it is a strange thought.
See, my parents stay in Dubai. My siblings and cousins and friends are sprawled across Dubai and India and London.
I miss them all. I worry about them all. And there isn’t much I can do except pray for them.
Weird isn’t it? Life under coronavirus.
I feel like we don’t talk about long-distance family relationships or friendships enough, do we? I wouldn’t even know what to say around it, even though nearly everyone I know lives in different continents.
Yesterday was just undoable by me. I slept for 15 hours, ate lots, and watched movies. I don’t know what else to do with myself. I do have a ton of work, but I can’t get myself to sit down and actually do the work. I am sure that’s okay. But I wish I had it in me to just do the work.
I find it uninteresting. My motivation is dwindling a bit too. But I need something to keep me going and to keep the hours passing, something, anything. So work will have to do.
I am literally just typing without thinking so this is almost like a journal entry. Dear Diary, I cannot do my work. Just kidding, I don’t start my journal entries with Dear Diary. Those days are long gone.
Thanks for reading this totally boring entry.
Bye for now!