I spent most of this year quarantined in Los Angeles, sitting at the dinner table with my cat and Zooming with friends over cocktails and societal outrage for five whole months. I’ve taken COVID pretty seriously, seeing friends only for the occasional masked hike or social distanced hang. During those five months, I sanitized everything, avoided crowds, performed witchy rituals and offered sacrifices to the gods — y’know, everything the CDC has recommended.
But as a freelance writer who ghostwrites memoirs, I spend a lot of time in front of my computer writing and meeting with clients.
As August dragged on, my friend Kyle Cords and I got to the end of a marathon phone call and were like — what if we found people who wanted to quarantine together somewhere beautiful? And we could live and work somewhere outside of LA while we don’t have to be tied here?
So Kyle gave up his apartment, we roped in a group of friends, and we all got tested and escaped to the mountains, running away from fires and plagues.
Working Remotely in Winter Park, Colorado During COVID-19
Winter park in September was an absolute dream. When we arrived, everything around our cabin was green, and then throughout the month the leaves slowly changed.
Right when we arrived, Los Angeles also was literally on fire: between the protests, the forest fire, the heatwave, and the pandemic, the city was apocalyptic. That made us appreciate Colorado even more — and then it started snowing.
I would sit by this chair by the window, watching the snow softly fall in September as I wrote and worked on my projects and sorted through all the things on my plate.
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