Bobby and I sat huddled together in the closet, my head on his shoulder. The warm glow of the grow light washed over us, making us sleepy.
“… And when I’m done with residency,” he said, “we can get some land and start to grow our own food together. That’s why we’re practicing now.”
“I can’t wait for then,” I sighed, looking at the tiny furls of radish seedlings coming out of the soil. It seemed like it might never happen, the way things were, but I was content to dream about it.
I had come a long way since the black canvas tent had arrived a few months prior. When my partner told me he wanted to start an indoor garden in our two-bedroom apartment (which we shared with his roommate), my first reaction was one of dread and anxiety.
“Where is it going to go?” I had asked as he unpacked the tent in our living room.
“Can we really afford this?” I griped as I tallied up the costs of the $300 grow light, the $90 fan to reduce humidity, the $100 of seedlings in total, and the varying nutrients for another $150.
“It seems like something with a lot of hidden costs,” I said, my eyes darting from item to item.
Throughout the strange spring of 2020, my and Bobby’s relationship had progressed very quickly. We’d had one date before lockdowns were initiated, and, as his roommate would later point out, I had essentially moved in right afterward. There was a sense of wanting to do something worthwhile with the time off; I had known him as a friend since high school, and felt incredibly comfortable with him right away. We both felt like we had met our match and could finally begin building as part of a unit. It was an insane way to start off a relationship, but there we were.
With him in his last year of medical residency and me as a new teacher, neither of us had much time to ourselves prior to the pandemic bringing everything in our lives to a screeching halt. I was sent home from work the first week in March and wanted to spend my new free time with Bobby at his place, which quickly became ours. (His roommate started spending more time elsewhere.)
Cooped up together at home, we started to fall in love, and we also got Covid. Bitter, restless, and uneasy, we showed each other our favorite movies, songs, and books. We taught each other all …….