I know this is incredibly selfish and a hell of a first world/middle class problem, but I find myself starting to get depressed at the thought of this ending. So many things in my life have changed for the better now that I'm seven weeks into working from home.
1) I'm not beat anymore. I usually have an hour+ commute to work and have to get ready for the office every morning. I've been getting up at 5:30 for the last six years, getting out the door by 6:30. I don't wake up to an alarm anymore. I'm sleeping so much better it's ridiculous. I feel good as soon as the day begins now. I have more time in the evenings and have been able to get a jump start on my yard work for the first time in the six years I've lived here. I don't have the most half-assed property in the neighborhood anymore. I also picked up a second, weekend job about twenty months ago that I've put on the back burner during all this (chef at a grocery store/catering), and it's been amazing having my weekends back.
2) I'm exercising more. Because I don't have to do all the morning shit plus commuting, I'm exercising regularly. For a few weeks now I've been taking my dog out for walks AFTER I'd typically leave for the office. We'll go on a 35-45 minute walk and I'm still back in the house with a few minutes to spare before work. Because I have an extra hour+ after work now, I find myself taking second walks in the afternoon as well. During meetings I put my phone on mute and do dumbbell exercises at my desk. My back has started feeling so much better.
3) Doing home chores during the day frees up time in the evenings. I can utilize the time on my lunch break to do dishes, swap out loads of laundry, vacuum, etc...
4) My diet has improved so much. Because of all the extra time and I have, my meal prep and cooking game has been on point. I'm not eating two or three meals a day in a cafeteria or via takeout anymore. I'm eating less and I'm eating better. I had a turkey burger with lettuce on it last night. LETTUCE!
5) General cost of living has greatly declined. Even with gas being dirt cheap, I'm still driving 1000-1100 less miles
per month now. I'm saving on gas and wear and tear on my vehicle. I'm not dropping $250-$300 a month at bars and restaurants anymore.
6) Doing work I enjoy - You've seen the work I've been doing for the hospitals. I dislike so many things about my day job, and I'm 110% in it for the paychecks and benefits. It's been awesome being able to put so much time and energy into something that actually makes me feel good and useful. I like the feeling of my efforts being utilized for something that's actually contributing to something, rather than just trying to maximize every dime that comes into our coffers (controversial statement, I know).
7) There's a feeling of 'community' that I've never really felt before, or at least can't remember feeling (the weeks after 9/11 maybe?). As mentioned in the last point, it's been great seeing so many corners of the country coming together and making stuff for medical personnel and first responders. Whether it be medical gear/equipment, food for those working 16 hour shifts, or even just thank you letters, it's been really nice seeing people come together. But even just walking around my neighborhood, everything seems kind of transformed in a way. There's so many hearts on people's front doors. Driveways are covered in sidewalk art thanking postal workers and grocery deliverers. There are so many children outside playing. So many people outside walking their dogs or biking. So many people on their porches giving waves and "How's it goings?" to people passing by. The neighborhood feels alive for the first time in the six years I've lived here. At least were I am, everyone seems to have hit a much needed pause button on life and has been able to focus on themselves, their homes, and their families. Everyone I pass seems friendlier somehow.
8) Less stress in general. I miss seeing my friends, but it's been soooo nice not having any social obligations in life. There hasn't been a single thing in the last two months that I've had to force myself to do. No activities I could care less about have required my participation.