For ten weeks my body has hardly left the suburb - or my residence. But through books my imagination has flown free on a series of colourful adventures. I've survived the Black Death and hostile tribes, visited Napoleon in his final exile, hunted a serial killer at the Roman Games ... all without leaving isolation.

This story about me and my best Friend or everyone else who is just going the same we are going to.
We really had so many plans and goals for this year but this year turned out something else,teching us
so many things.we didn't even imagine a year or life gonna this way.Everyday we wake up to telling
ourselves that this is over soon.

I live in a tiny apartment, but at least is home and i find out to survive in these hard times.

My kitchen has turned into the most heavily trafficked room in the house. I thought I would take its normal functions and turn it into the amenities of a small town.

I based this illustration on a phrase Bethany Simons said in a podcast about the quarantine. I believe each one of us has had a different experience. We're all lost and waiting, and our only "north" is to stay at home. But we should be aware that every person has faced different challenges, and has managed it the way they could.

While needing to stay at home I decided to spend time doing what I love, finishing projects and taking care of myself. Grateful.

What a strange time to be alive! Combating boredom and anxiety during the COVID-19 quarantine turns into a long, slow game of chance, luck, and risk. Will you run out of toilet paper or milk before you can draw a supply card? Will you get lost down the black hole of Animal Crossing? Will your mental health survive before you can find a therapist who does Zoom appointments? Find out in this adventure where no one's a winner.

Spending time together has become so much more meaningful during this time of isolation, that we’ve spent in our studio. From watering plants to feeding birds that stop by, boundaries of work and leisure have merged to make this a truly memorable (quaran)time.

Mapping This Moment...my daily routine

My office is part of a government agency that never closed during the shutdown, so I still went to work most days... but nowhere else. Even the grocery store and the gas station, my only stops, are directly on the route between home and work.

My job usually involves a fair amount of travel around our county and southern Arizona, so it felt really strange when my world suddenly got so much smaller. This map represents the 23 miles between home and the office.

I feel lucky that my job is still there. And if I'm going to see the exact same sights every day, I am glad they are pretty sights. But it does make every day feel very much the same.