Weekend Reads v. 15.3.2025
5 years that felt like 5 weeks.
Over the past week or so, I saw quite a few posts in various corners of social media asking people to share their memories of where they were 5 years ago that week. It was, after all, the five-year anniversary of the pandemic.
Maybe you also remember that week like it happened last month.
It was a memorable week for me for all the same reasons it was a memorable week for you. In addition to those shared reasons, it was also the week I moved to D.C. from Connecticut. The 13th of March, to be exact.
That morning, I loaded up my cats, dropped off the keys to my apartment, and headed south. The freeway winding around New York City was eerily empty. Because D.C. was slower than NYC to shut down, that first weekend in my new city felt a bit optimistic. Maybe this thing would blow over soon? Conversations consisted of people trading first-hand accounts of the virus. They had a cousin in Seattle who knew someone who had it and recovered la…
