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Dear whoever these words may reach in 2030,

I am currently typing up this letter, sitting on my bedroom floor and eating salty almonds. It is April 16th, 2020 at 6:00pm and the sun is starting to set.  Right beside me, I have a box of crochet yarn that just came in the mail. I hope to learn how to make pieces of clothing while I have so much free time on my hands. Just little over a month ago, my life was so different and I would be able to say that I have a lot of free time. We are currently living in a pandemic. Anxiety and stress levels have sky-rocked not knowing when all this is going to end. It has been exactly one month since my county has been on lockdown due to the coronavirus, aka COVID-19. It feels much longer, as the days are just going slower and slower. It still feels all surreal. I have no clue what is going on in the outside world, other then what I see on the news or social media. This is the longest my family and I been day and night. No work. No going to campus. No seeing my grandparents. No going out to have lunch. No running errands. It all feels like a dream, but this is our reality for the last few weeks. The cases for COVID-19 continue to raise, especially in America. Thousands of people have died and continue to die. It is still hard to find toilet paper, eggs, and Clorox wipes in the stores. People are still panic buying which does not help this situation at all. If you want to go outside, it has to be for essential reasons. That includes going to the hospital, grocery stores, or the bank. If you do so, standing six feet apart from another person and wearing a mask is a must. Not going to school has been a huge transition for many. All classes have been moved online, and the stock for Zoom went up. It has been hard to find the motivation to finish up the semester, but its almost done. The news today just said that over 22 million people filed for unemployment in America. That sums up how our economy is now. I hope this all ends soon and we go back to living and loving life. Take nothing for granted. 2020 was supposed to be a fresh start in the new decade, but it has just been bad news after bad news. To whoever reads this years and years from now, I hope you never have to go through a pandemic in your lifetime. As I am writing this, I am so scared for our future. I hope I am wrong and that in 2030 and beyond, we are living our best life. Until then, I will continue to do my best to make a positive impact in this world. Everything will be okay and we will come out of this stronger.

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