In her bullet journal she is chronicling her extended leave from school, friends, and the world in general due to the coronavirus pandemic. At this point, it has been only a couple months of quarantine at home, though I wonder what her journal will contain six months from now. So far, she has been doing her online schoolwork in a dutiful fashion and, knowing her, will continue to do so until the regular school term is over. But I wonder what will happen if regular school doesn’t start up in the fall which will be her senior year in high school? What will she write about then? How will she cope with quarantine then or the changes that coronavirus has made in the world? Gen Z of which she is a part already has an entirely different take on society and its mores than her current ancestors – parents and grandparents. While we are quarantined together as a family without much tangible loss other than socialization with others, we are not seventeen. She is. We will never know the full effects that such a mass social quarantine will have on one’s psyche and perspective in the long run.

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Name Day

I named this blog Maturation because it was the only word that I could afford that fit the situation. Maturation is a rather unattractive word for a sometimes unattractive experience but one that comes along regardless. You can’t stop maturation unless you commit suicide, have that Benjamin Button disease, or just stop trying to grow up and then no one will like you.

I wanted to name this blog “growing”, but that name was taken. (*Warning: that site is fake and will probably give your device a serious cold if not an all-out virus along with a free iPhone).

Back to the site name: I also tried to name the site “”, however that name is for sale for only 10,000 euros. Didn’t happen. Other synonyms for maturation include blossoming, flowering, ripening…none of which seemed to convey my meaning plus they sounded a bit fruity if not overtly sexual. Not what I was aiming for.

So I ended up with Still not what I want, but I can’t change it until September 30. Bear with me and just sign up for posts to be sent to you because the current name is a pain to remember and to type in.

*You were warned, but you tried it anyway…

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