Poems, stories, and reflections, written by faculty, staff, and volunteers currently serving in the Village.
I never thought I’d have an opinion on this, but I’m really, really glad it’s a census year.
Sometimes I can’t help but feel like we’re playing house. We have jobs to keep this tiny town running for each other and are assigned dwellings. We’re in charge of our own heat, water, and power, and during this odd time, moving is just that: merely deciding to live somewhere else and then moving your things there.
By happenstance we’ve all ended up with these quarantine families, and it feels a bit surreal, like we’ve been playing housing hot potato and wherever we landed is where we’re going to be quarantined for the next bit.
So when five of us squished together on the couch and passed a laptop around, I felt strangely affirmed. We told the government our housing assignments and immortalized this tiny family. Years from now I’ll be reminded that at one time, the government considered Daniel R. Pavek my head of household, and that’s pretty dang cute.
Erin Schultz is Housekeeper at Holden Village. This column was originally published on April 2, 2020 in a daily newsletter, "The Quarantine Quarter," which is compiled by various staff members and sent to all Villagers.