Ladybug, Ladybug, Fly Away Home…
…your house is on fire, and your children are alone.
Sounds like a real shit show Lady. You’d better get your ass back to where you came from.
As a Canadian living in the United States, this song is the theme song for every conversation I have had with most of my friends and family in Toronto since March of 2020 (well, since 2016 if I’m honest, but it has come with more fervor since March due to the cornucopia of shit storms that have occurred since then here in Los Angeles.)
At the beginning of our lock down I was optimistic and even invograted that a world-wide effort of staying home for two-to-four weeks could really help us to stamp out the virus. I didn’t think of going home, just of taking it one day at a time, getting better at doing the things I was bad at before quarantine; eating, sticking to my schedule, being productive at home, working out; but as we collectively digressed, and the situation in downtown Los Angeles became more bleak, the calls became more direct for me to fly home.
I’m one of those people everyone was worried about in the early days of lockdown, and for good reason. I was in quarantine alone. No family photos of us on Easter or even friends coming up to my window to say hello or sing happy birthday. I was in an apartment building with a bunch of strangers I was already social…
