Let’s call it what it was — not just a pandemic, but an affair. A messy, long, complicated relationship with fear, time, isolation, and each other. Three years later, we’re still untangling the emotional debris of what I’ve started calling #CoronaFFR — the Corona Fallout, Fallout, Repeat .
Remember March 2020? The world hit pause. We baked bread, adopted pets, joined Zoom quizzes, and pretended we loved the slowness. It felt like an affair with our own homes — forbidden to go out, intimate with our couches. coronaffr