When the shut down first began, it felt a bit like a vacation. There was work to do from home, the world slowed down, and all of a sudden, the days felt spacious. I happily set about doing things around my house that I just hadn’t had the time for in the frenetic day-to-day. I painted my vintage (wink, wink) 1995 oak kitchen cabinets a nice dark and dusty green. I tidied and cleaned, oiled the wood furniture, washed the cloudy glass globes on my light fixtures, and even duste

I remember back in 2008 when the housing market crumbled around our ears, and more and more, we were spending time at home. People couldn’t get loans to move. There was no upgrading to someplace better. Money was tight, and we were stuck to stare at these four walls. Now, twelve years later, we are sequestered in our homes, staring at “these four walls” again. The circumstances then and now are very different, but there are some things that are the same: The fear, worry, not