Sitting at home, with so much free time and so little things to do, I was finding it increasingly hard to keep myself entertained.  Previously, if I would ever get this bored, there was always something I could do, whether it be hanging with friends, going to a park to play around, or turning on the TV to watch sports.  With all of those options thrown out the window, I had to find other ways to remain occupied.  And, at first, it was challenging.  Thankfully, however, I learned to enjoy the small things. 

If you had told me two months ago that I would voluntarily be doing puzzles and reading books, I would have called you crazy.  I have always considered these two activities just a step above torture, and probably would have preferred to watch paint dry.  Over the course of this quarantine, I have learned things as simple as these two have great value in them.   When you immerse yourself in a book or stare blankly at a table with pieces strewn all over it trying to find that last edge piece, you lose track of time and seem disassociated with all of the craziness in the world around you.  It is calming, relieving, and de-stressing. 

Apart from just puzzles and books, I have learned to enjoy many other things as well.  For example, when my dad needs help with something, he always tends to ask me, instead of either of my sisters, and I hated it.  With about 15 new pieces of furniture in their boxes sitting in my garage, all needing assembly, I was dreading all of the hours I was about to spend putting them together.  However, once we opened them and started assembling, I found myself not wanting to stop, even when my mom called us up for dinner.  It could be because it is like doing a puzzle in 3D, but I am not really sure.

Although this quarantine and social-distancing may seem terrible, I have learned how to enjoy the small things in life.