Picture it: You wake up in your pink-and-yellow room, then brush your teeth while looking in a mirror laden with Von Dutch and Viva La Juicy stickers before heading downstairs to grab an Eggo waffle from the freezer. Sounds like a lovely day in the spring of 2004, right? It’s not; it’s 2020 and you, my friend, are quarantweening.
Quarantweening—which is definitely not a made-up word—is a term for what many of us are experiencing during this pandemic. Whether we’ve fled our 300-square-foot apartments for our parents houses or we’re trying to make the best of said 300-square-foot apartments, the pandemic has sent us back to some of the comforts of our youth—our tweens, if you will.
A few months ago, I moved back into my parents’ house. I’m not technically quarantining in my childhood home (my parents have left the town I grew up in and downsized to a more sensible-for-two-people space), but for all intents and purposes, I’m back, baby. Now, I didn’t realize I was quarantweening until my mom, god love her, encouraged* my sister and I to help her clean out some boxes in the garage. (*Forced.) A task I would normally find tedious was…lovely. I sorted through books and photo albums, T-shirts from soccer tournaments and a box of springform pans from that year my then-10-year-old sister was obsessed with cake decorating. There was even a certificate proclaiming that I was ready to be an older sibling, because apparently big sister classes were a thing in 1994.
It feels strange at first to find such comfort in these fairly insignificant relics. I know I felt a little bit like, “OK Sarah, get over it. You don’t have room in your Manhattan apartment for your Irish dance medals.” But then you realize why you’re “regressing,” and it makes sense. For me, quarantweening has offered an escape from the reality of 2020. A few months ago, I would’ve rolled my eyes at the thought of going through old boxes or my Facebook photos from 2008. Now, I find it soothing and a necessary reminder that life wasn’t always as dark and stressful as it is now—and it won’t always be this way.