Today, I went to Costco for the first time in a while. I thought I was prepared. I wasn't. It was a haunting experience, like something out of a movie. I waited in a line outside. Waiting for enough people to exit to be allowed in. The carts carefully wiped down before you could grab one. This I was prepared for, but what I experienced upon entering... I could not of been. The normal hustle and bustle atmosphere was eerily quiet. No one stopped to chat. No one browsed items. People wearing masks or scarves covering their face. Elderly people that looked terrified to be there. Like they had to choose whether they wanted to die from hunger or Covid-19.
It was somber.
It was too much.
As I was leaving, I walked past the everforming line of people waiting to get in. I sat in my car, just trying to process what I had just experienced. How quickly "normal" changes. I sat in the Costco parking lot and cried. I cried for the elderly, who are afraid to leave their homes. For the workers standing in the snow sanitizing carts. For the people who expose themselves everyday so I could buy groceries. For the healthcare workers on the front lines. I cried for us. For a humanity that has had their way of life stripped from them.
I don't want to wrap this in a pretty bow. And say, we'll get through this. I don't want to say that we'll be better on the other side of this. Although, I hope those things are true. Right now, I just want to say, this is hard. This is emotional. This is too much.
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