I am from long, exhausting days looking at a bright screen, with the occasional 2 minutes to stretch my legs but then back on the leash.

I am from looking out the window at night and seeing all the lights on of people working at 9:00 pm.

I am from a house that is quiet and empty on the outside but crazy, and stressful on the inside.

I am from sidewalk chalk drawings/thank you’s to appreciate the essential workers doing their best.

I am from sunny, beautiful yet depressingly empty Potrero Hill.

I am from the huffing and puffing suppressed by a face mask while walking up the hills just to buy milk to support local stores.

I am from hoping to one day far in the future, not break down and cry because I’m stressed and anxious.

I am from slowly catching up on scary, missing work from the beginning of the school from home.

I am from being way too excited for the weekend after a tiring week of school from home.

I am from hoping that I can reschedule all of my fun summer camps, that I start dreaming of every Spring.

I am from hoping that one day I can help the world incredibly just like our front line doctors and nurses are right now.

I am from strict deadlined lunch breaks and leftovers reheated.

I am from something constantly smelling amazing in the kitchen, but with a consequence of all the dishes afterward.

I am from delicious family root beer taste tests to spice up our social dinner hour.

I am from a cookie jar that empties way too quickly and always leads to fighting about who ate the majority of the cookies.

I am from the loud but amazing smelling coffee maker gurgling and hissing all afternoon to supply Mom and Dad with caffeine.

I am from what seems early mornings from 8:00 am to exactly 4:00 pm.

I am from a world in my head where one little mistake on homework or schoolwork is considered the worst thing ever.

I am from only the memory of having in-person time with my friends and time for myself.

I am from entering impossible zoom calls with an understanding little kitty in my arms.

I’m from the frustration of sewing ONE silly homemade face mask for 4 hours.

This is where I’m from.