At the end of February, just over a week before stay at home orders were put in place, I attended a college career fair on behalf of my company. Reflecting on that day, when I shook hands with what felt like a million college students, standing a mere foot and a half away from them, face unshielded, I truly feel like I’m remembering an alternate reality or watching a horror film.
Despite my flagrance of social distancing guidelines, I actually had been following the coronavirus coverage. It was in the back of my mind as I met with these young students, hitting them with my spiel (“we’re an integrated comms agency with offices in Boston, New York, Chicago, and here in the Bay!”) over and over until I felt like a robot.
But even though I knew somewhere inside of me that this virus was a threat, I didn’t quite feel it inside of me. We weren’t living in the Dark Ages, nor were we in some kind of futuristic dystopia – or so I thought.
A few months ago feels like an alternate reality. One where I didn’t flinch every time a couple kissed or attended a concert on TV. I wonder what alternate AK is doing right now in her universe. I hope she’s doing okay.