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by KMag
1995 days ago
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My wife and I lived and worked the first two weeks of December in precautionary quarantine, unable to leave an 86 square foot area, along with our luggage from a 1 month trip. I was within a couple of inches of being able to touch opposite walls (the narrow way) with my finger tips. Hong Kong changed the rules from quarantine-at-home to hotel quarantine while we were out. (We booked a place 2.25x as big, but had a problem with our booking 6 hours before check-in and had to find another booking last-minute.) I thought I might go stir crazy or have elevated levels of conflict with my wife, but it worked out okay. On the other hand, I can understand why the Council of Europe deems 8 sq. m. (86 sq. ft.) the minimum prison cell size for two prisoners. |
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For me, quarantine was the best couple months of my recent working life. My home office is way nicer (quieter, fewer interruptions, better computer and peripherals, better chair etc) than my work office, I got to have brunch, lunch, and an afternoon snack with my kids, had no commute, played fetch with the dog or took walks in the woods for breaks, got a ton of projects done around the house and in the workshop, played with my kid in his play room, and I'm a bit of an introverted hermit so being home without a stream of social visitors was really a cherry on top.
I don't know how to properly say sorry or thank you to urbanites for whom quarantine was more like a prison experiment. I guess I'll try with "I'm sorry that your experience was so difficult. Thank you so much for caring and for going through that quarantine."