What I Was Up To Then
I am fine. I am fortunate. My husband and I have not been sick. No one in our immediate circle of friends and family has died from the pandemic. We both have good jobs we can perform remotely in industries not negatively affected by a pandemic. We have a home we love spending time in. We enjoy being coworking space buddies, which is good since he’s working remotely until next year at the earliest.
I entered 2020 with immense optimism, something I had not felt much of since Trump’s Electoral College win. However, the first half of the year presented infinite opportunities to practice stoicism and gratitude. I still believe it is The Rising 20s. I just didn’t realize we weren’t at the bottom of the valley yet.
The moment before the outbreak, two heartbreaks
I picked my heart up from San Francisco
In February, Arthur needed to travel to San Francisco for work. I tagged along because I work at a fully-distributed company and can work from anywhere with an Internet connection. I hadn’t been to San Francisco since Mark’s funeral and I wanted to see my friends again. We also had a chore to do. The rent on our tiny storage locker in SoMa was skyrocketing and we needed to clean it out. When we moved to Stockholm, we expected we would return to San Francisco in a few years. A few years have now passed and Stockholm unexpectedly has become home.
Cleaning out our storage locker was more work than we anticipated and we did not have as much time to meet up with friends as we had hoped. We had a couple dinners and one big meetup at a bar in the Castro. The smiles and laughs and hugs exceeded any social experience I have had in Stockholm. It made me really miss being in SF.
And yet, this trip felt different. Something felt wrong. When I lived in San Francisco, I resonated. I felt like I was in the right place at the right time for the first time in my life. I assumed I would feel that again when I returned, but I didn’t.
The hotel Arthur’s employer booked us was in San Francisco’s infamous Tenderloin area where people suffering from homelessness, addiction, and mental illness congregate. For lunch one day, I decided to walk to Tú Lan, Julia Child’s favorite Vietnamese restaurant in San Francisco. Barricade tape forced me to take a detour. A fight between two people had recently occurred. A man had bled severely for a few blocks. Police and paramedics were helping a resistant man while a sanitation crew cleaned the sidewalks. I fought back tears at the sight. My lips were quivering. I had to take a moment to breathe before entering the restaurant, but I couldn’t get the experience out of my mind. I later blamed the spiciness of the soup when a waitress asked if everything was ok.
I am not sure if these problems in America have gotten better or worse since I moved. I only know that my heart has softened and my eyes have seen a society where everyone is housed, no one suffers from hunger, and everyone has medical care. Sverige feels like the future and America feels like a barbaric past.
Before flying home, we drove up the coast to Mendocino. Arthur rented a BMW convertible. We stopped in Santa Rosa to see Tim, Mark’s brother. We communed with the redwoods. It was the escape we needed like it had been many times before.
Dream big. Fight hard. Lose gracefully. Persist.
I have been a fan of Elizabeth Warren since The Daily Show introduced me to her after the 2008 financial crisis. I enthusiastically donated to her Senate campaign, even though I had not lived in Massachusetts for years by that point. I wanted her to run for president so badly in 2016. When she announced her presidential campaign in 2019, I tried to figure out a way to move back to the US to work on her campaign without sacrificing my residency in Sverige. It was not possible to do, so I donated regularly, volunteered remotely, and talked about her plans with anyone who would listen.
Her loss on Super Tuesday felt even worse than Secretary Clinton’s Electoral College loss. A scared and myopic Democratic primary electorate chose a mediocre candidate over the best candidate in my lifetime. The cruelty of supporters of Senator Sanders towards Senator Warren’s supporters online was awful to witness. I stayed up late to listen to her call with campaign volunteers. I cried. Then, I kept my recurring donation to her campaign going and donated to every candidate she has endorsed still running for some office—except Joe Biden. The only thing he is getting from me is my vote.
What COVID-19 does to non-infected brain
My last update was at the end of January. It’s now mid-July. I have lost all sense of time. As someone’s therapist put it, we are living in an infinite present. We have spent months sheltering in place due to a pandemic. Today does not feel much different from yesterday, this week from last week. Did time really pass? We cannot make plans for tomorrow or a month from now that are any different from today. Is time really moving forward?
At the start of the pandemic, we had more video calls with friends and family than ever before. Then, the calls mostly stopped. We all collectively seemed to tire of video calls because we were spending all day on video calls for work and we ran out of things to talk about other than work and the pandemic.
Arthur and I both have learned how to accept the situation, but we had weeks of gloom on and off in the first two months, thankfully not at the same time. The amplification of my illness anxiety, uncertainty of how a pandemic would play out, and the disappointment of not being able to do all the things I wanted to do this year got to me. The conferences and concerts I had bought tickets to were canceled. I had planned a series of dinner parties to help build a community in Stockholm. My primary established local social connection (my gym) was severed. My wanderlust would have to practice abstinence.
Clark at InVision has talked for years about how the screen has become the most important place in the world. The pandemic accelerated that trend. I watched the world around me crumble from inside my home through an illuminated screen. I learned the word doomscrolling. I’m still learning how to deal with it all.
A tale of two countries
The Trump administration’s incompetency in protecting the people who voted for him—and the majority of Americans who did not vote for him—has been even more difficult to watch from afar than his pre-pandemic daily demonstrations of cruelty. Trumpers doubled down on their ignorance, but evolution favors those who listen to scientists. Perhaps evolution’s message will get delivered to a significant enough population before election day.
My current home country of Sverige (Sweden) provided me three years of daily reminders of how amazing a society could become. Then, the pandemic crushed my rose-colored glasses. Sverige’s handling of the pandemic has been mischaracterized by reporting from nearly all foreign news media. Life has not been normal here, nor has the pandemic been catastrophic.
Factually, compared to its Nordic neighbors, Sverige’s less restrictive pandemic strategy resulted in far more deaths of its elders with no economic or herd immunity benefits. As of today, the situation is worthy of cautious optimism. The new infection rate in Sverige is lower than in the first month of the pandemic. That number alone does not tell how much things have improved. At the start of the pandemic, tests were reserved for people being hospitalized. Today, anyone who wants a test can get it. The new infection rate is decreasing while testing is increasing.
There are many reasons why Sverige took a different strategy. The long-standing consensus on how to respond to a pandemic rapidly changed. Sverige’s elected government is prohibited by its constitution from directing its government agencies. The only immunity in this pandemic was the public health agency to public pressure. There is no good time to have a constitutional crisis. A pandemic is a particularly bad one.
As an immigrant, I felt like an unwelcomed outsider for the first time. I was quoted in an article and Swedes online let me know they disagreed with me. I later learned this was more of a generational split than anything else. At-risk Boomers supported the technocracy while Millennials and Gen Z wanted closer alignment with international institutions’ recommendations.
But a pandemic was not the only thing mercilessly killing people in America. Police brutality once again got captured. Once again, Americans rightfully rioted. I don’t know what made this moment different than the prior moments, but I wish I were in America to protest again. Burning down a few chain retailers has done more to affect change than decades of centrist democrats (President Obama included). There was a solidarity protest in Stockholm complete with its own police brutality. I did not attend because gatherings of more than 50 people are illegal and I am an immigrant who can be deported for breaking the law. Once again, I was limited to watching the world through an illuminated screen. I think I donated to every advocacy non-profit, bail fund, and individual GoFundMe campaign my friends mentioned on social media. It was the only thing I felt I could do besides personally practicing anti-racism.
The great indoors
If this pandemic is anything like prior pandemics, it will last at least 2 years and have multiple waves. I am introvert and value my “hermit time” to work on little side projects, but I know I do my best work after talking with people and doing activities that intensely redirect my focus. I worry I am spending too much time alone with my thoughts indoors. It feels like winter never ended.
Arthur led a thorough spring cleaning. We sorted through the stuff we brought back from our San Francisco storage unit. I bought a bike rack for our storage room. We ran out of things to organize and are now debating new cabinetry in the bathroom and new home office furniture.
Like seemingly everyone, I started baking sourdough bread. BreadScheduler.com inspired me to finally try it by breaking every step down with a schedule I felt comfortable with.
I wrote an article about an article about “the Spotify model”. It has been read by over 185,000 people with over 287,000 page views. That’s more people than live in the nearest city and surrounding counties where I grew up. It’s been translated into 3 languages on other websites I can’t track stats on. It’s the most read thing I have ever written. I never anticipated this level of interest.
President* Trump once again failed to recognize June as LGBTQ Pride month. Despite Pride events being canceled due to the pandemic and brands not recognizing it, this year was a particularly meaningful one. As people protested against police brutality, people were reminded that Pride started as riot and then a protest for equality and justice. We must continue that protest until our trans siblings, people of color, and women in our community are equal. That’s why the lavandar stripe is on the flag.
- I updated my Pride Flags watchface for FitbitOS with the trans-inclusive lesbian flag and the Philadelphia Pride flag. I also added an easter egg for April 1st, but forgot to release it in time. Look for it next year.
- I participated in a LGBTQ panel discussion at work. I work some incredible queers and was grateful to have an opportunity to share my experience with supportive allies.
We celebrated Midsommar with another immigrant couple who have been as
paranoiddiligent as we have with physical distancing and face masks. We played traditional games with their Swedish neighbors from respective porches to keep distance. I went swimming in the cool Stockholm archipelago for the first time, albeit in my underwear and not the traditional nude. We drank too much and regretted it the next day, per tradition.
Arthur and I hosted a virtual baby shower for our newest niece! We gathered everyone on Zoom and played Price Is Right style games. Arthur’s mom mailed everyone baby shower plates, napkins, snacks, and such. It felt intimate and no less fun.
We were supposed to travel to Texas for July 4th week to meet our newest niece. Sadly, we were not able to do that. We had great fun last year on Lake Worth and were looking forward to returning. We decided to still take the week off since we had not taken any vacation since the pandemic started. Arthur planned a 2 day hike and overnight camping trip in Tyresta National Park. We walked from our condo door all the way deep into a national park and then took buses back. It was a good break and an experience we could not have had in the US.
- We subscribed to Disney+ just to watch Hamilton. I had seen it in SF, but Arthur hadn’t. He loved it, even with my sing-a-long. Then we canceled Disney+.
While gyms in Sverige only closed for a brief time before reopening with distance requirements, the research makes it clear that gyms should not be open. I could not find any dumbbells to purchase in Europe for months, but eventually paid double retail for PowerBlock Pro Series weights. They’re almost worth it. I trialed Fitbit Premium workouts, but they were mediocre. I’ve since subscribed to Peloton. The Peloton app has great at-home strength and yoga workouts, not just spin classes for its expensive bike.
I was interviewed about my career journey, how I work, and how InVision works as a fully-distributed company.
In addition to the triple franchise release of RuPaul’s Drag Race, we have enjoyed binge watching these shows:
- Schitt’s Creek (Thanks Gina and Sophie!)
- The Good Place (Thanks Adam Nolley and Stephen Hayes!)
- Below Deck (Bravo)
- We’re Here (HBO) is like Queerer Eye
- Queer Eye (Netflix)
- 100 Humans (Netflix)
- The Circle (Netflix)
- History 101 (Netflix)
Games I’ve liked:
- Stardew Valley (thanks Sherwins and Elissa Mae!)
- solving my first Rubik’s cube
- I’ve enjoyed watching Arthur play Death Stranding, Red Dead Redemption 2, and The Last of Us Part 2
What I am looking forward to
- More dinners grilling in the park by the water under the endless summer sunshine
- Speaking at the Leading The Product virtual conference in September
- maybe a professional haircut
- November 3, 2020
- the day I don’t need to check my temperature regularly because my seasonal allergies might actually be COVID-19
Def. The most challenging experience I've ever encountered. I take refuge in General James Stockdale's POV on his captivity during the Vietnam war: https://t.co/38wBXanWD5— Mike Amundsen (@mamund) May 16, 2020