It is easy to be nostalgic for all kinds of unpleasant things. We are nostalgic for unhappy childhoods, brutal educational institutions, unhappy relationships, noxious political regimes. Me, I’m nostalgic for the pandemic.
Caveat: I was one of the lucky ones. I eloped with my now-husband the day before New York City shut down; my work has never not been primarily freelance and remote. I lost no family members, nor any friends. The two-odd years of pandemic-tide were uncanny, to be sure, but they were not traumatic. They were, in fact, the happiest of my life.
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