When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do Is take a look at you, then I'm not so blue When you're close to me, I can feel your heart beat I can hear you breathing in my ear Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love Anytime you want to you can turn me onto Anything you want to, anytime at all When I kiss your lips, ooh I start to shiver Can't control the quivering inside Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love - "A Groovy Kind of Love," Phil Collins
The Coronavirus invaded Montana about 7 days ago, schools and restaurants have been shut down statewide, and I have been stuck home. And while I do recognize that self-quarantine is incredibly important and we must work as a country to keep everyone safe, I’m kinda going crazy!!! I left the house only once this week to run to the grocery store, which was a little freaky. I’m not joking – it was like we were in an apocalypse. Shelves were completely empty. There were signs limiting customers to small quantities of certain products. All I wanted was some mascarpone so I could bake a cake, but I guess when there’s a global pandemic, delicious Italian cream cheese isn’t in stock. In the end I had to settle for the classic Philadelphia cream cheese. I guess I will never be satisfied (#hamiltonreference).
Other than my quick trip to the not-so-super supermarket, I haven’t left the house. The past few days have consisted of staying up late, sleeping in, playing solitaire for endless hours, listening to music, having no one to talk to, reading, laughing at Lin Manuel Miranda’s twitter updates, cleaning my room, hiding from my parents, becoming the master of using GIFs in iMessage conversations, and binge watching a lot of Netflix. I’ve already watched everything that’s actually good on Netflix, so I just decided to re-watch one of my favorite shows. I’ve already watched New Girl in it’s entirety and then gone back to watch my favorite episodes over and over and over again. But I’ve really only watched it all the way through IN ORDER once, since that’s kinda a big commitment. But hey, figuring that I have at least three weeks of being quarantined, I dived right in.
If you haven’t seen New Girl, you’re missing out and I feel really bad for you. It’s a show about a quirky girl named Jess who moves into an apartment owned by three guys who become her greatest friends. It’s hilarious and entertaining and emotional and romantic and absolutely perfect. But it’s the love story of Nick and Jess that makes me full of happiness and emotions. There’s a moment between them, just three episodes in, where Phil Collin’s “A Groovy Kind of Love” comes on and Nick asks Jess to dance with him right after being dumped by his girlfriend. He just wants a friend to dance with. Not dance as in slow dance or anything, but they do the chicken dance, laughing and not caring. For that one moment, it’s just the two of them in the world and they’re completely happy.
I honestly don’t even know why I’m writing about 20 seconds from a silly show on Netflix. Yes, I’ll admit that I’m completely in love with Nick Miller. How can you blame me?! He’s the best character ever! But I guess I love that clip because I’m a compete romantic… a hopeless romantic. I see that clip and hope that that will be me one day. There are times when I feel really lonely – I don’t have anyone I really connect with. But I see that clip of Nick and Jess, and even though I know it’s just a fictional TV show, it makes me believe that there is someone out there for each of us. Maybe I have to wait a bit longer until that person enters my life. I don’t think I’ll meet anyone who understands me in small, rural Kalispell, Montana. But I’m so excited to graduate. I’m ready to move on and live my own life. Not to be rude or anything, but kids in high school are kinda the worst. I have hope for college, though. The next chapter of my life is going to be about me – about finding my purpose, finding confidence, and finding my kind of people. I’m not saying I’m longing for a perfect love story right now – just a friend who will do the chicken dance with me.