Like many others, Allure has spent the pandemic looking inward.
Back in February 2020, life looked much different for both of us.
Life was intricate in its pattern, predictable in its rhythm.
In a different way, my family was on the front lines too.
By March, my husband, a first responder, began working what felt like months without end.
We came down with a deep and troubling cough that persisted but that we couldnt officially name.
There were no tests available, no guidance that made any sense.
We were homebound in our two-bedroom apartment, but there was no safe place to hide.
The sounds of ambulances echoed through the day and night.
I felt like nobody understood what my family was going through.
I tried once to write about it publicly, in a series of tweets.
And I will admit, I couldnt handle not being believed.
Hearing your story made me feel less alone.
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Like the rest of us, you were tired and afraid.
Yet you kept going, because you saw how important it was.
When people ask me how my family is doing, I still find myself at a loss for words.
We pay it still.
But were looking ahead.
But we do know that we will thrive again.
If this year has taught us anything, its to hang onto hope.
