Let me start by saying that the word Coronaversary feels wrong. “Versary” implies a celebration, a milestone, a reason to celebrate said milestone. And yet, I struggle to come up with a better, more succinct way to say, “it’s been one year since Coranavirus changed our lives forever, y’all.”
That’s the other part of this I struggle with. The fact that it’s been a full year since it all began. I have to catch myself recounting memories of things I thought I did last year because what I really mean is 2019. 2020 was more or less a blur of sameness (save for a few capital B breakdowns along the way).
I still remember the unease and uncertainty I felt as we were all sent home last March. Back when we had no idea how long this would stretch on for and the toll it would eventually take on us.
And yet, here we are a full year later.