Nadia Owusu
Despite living in New York—the epicenter of the Covid-19 outbreak in the US—much of my weekday morning routine is the same as it was before: I wake to an alarm, snooze for fifteen minutes, exercise, meditate, read a poem, shower, and dress. I eat eggs on toast and drink coffee. But instead of a ten-minute walk to the subway and forty minutes or so on the A and F trains, my commute has been reduced to just nine steps—from my kitchen table to my home office.
When asked how I’m doing, I usually say that I’m lucky, and in so many ways I am. I still have a job. I’m able to work from home. I’m healthy. I work for a nonprofit, and so far, our funding is stable. Twice a month, pay is deposited into my checking account.
