{"id":553,"date":"2020-08-22T09:35:30","date_gmt":"2020-08-22T16:35:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/?p=553"},"modified":"2020-08-22T09:35:30","modified_gmt":"2020-08-22T16:35:30","slug":"how-did-i-catch-the-coronavirus-the-new-yorker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/2020\/08\/22\/how-did-i-catch-the-coronavirus-the-new-yorker\/","title":{"rendered":"How Did I Catch the Coronavirus? | The New Yorker"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>Near the end of March, when friends offered me their home on Long Island\u2014they had gone to stay with relatives in Vermont\u2014I thought that I\u2019d go for a week. I had been quarantining at my partner\u2019s house, in Brooklyn. He lives in a one-room studio, which doubles as his work studio, on the second floor of an old, four-story communal house, which he was sharing with four other people. We formed a pod. No outside contacts. No one left the house after mid-March, except for a rare grocery run, or a bike ride, or to walk the house dog. I promised that, while away, I would continue to social-distance. I\u2019d be joining the experiment in solitude under way across the world.<\/p>\n<p>When I arrived at my friends\u2019 empty house, a wake of vultures was perched in a dead tree in the back yard. Not exactly auspicious. But the salty fresh air felt miraculous, the yard was covered in soft, lime-green moss, and the house was peaceful, full of light. It had an out-of-tune old piano, raised beds ready for planting, and a single room on the second floor that looked out over a marina. The only sounds were the birds and boats\u2019 clanging masts. My friends had left the kitchen fully stocked, so I didn\u2019t worry about bringing my city germs to the local grocery store. The days passed quickly. I stayed longer than I thought I would. Then, on Tuesday, April 14th, right when I planned to head back to Brooklyn, I woke up symptomatic.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Via: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/culture\/personal-history\/how-did-i-catch-the-coronavirus\" data-wpel-link=\"external\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow external noopener noreferrer\" class=\"wpel-icon-left\"><i class=\"wpel-icon dashicons-before dashicons-admin-links\" aria-hidden=\"true\"><\/i>How Did I Catch the Coronavirus? | The New Yorker<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Near the end of March, when friends offered me their home on Long Island\u2014they had gone to stay with relatives in Vermont\u2014I thought that I\u2019d go for a week. I had been quarantining at my partner\u2019s house, in Brooklyn. He lives in a one-room studio, which doubles as his work studio, on the second floor &#8230; <a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/2020\/08\/22\/how-did-i-catch-the-coronavirus-the-new-yorker\/\" data-wpel-link=\"internal\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/553"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=553"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/553\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=553"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=553"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/notordinary.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=553"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}