tired of talking about it... but can't stop talking about it

Two weeks into this new world, and I feel like I (and maybe some other people out there) have hit this weird point.

I'm tired of talking about coronavirus, but I can't seem to stop talking about it.

I get it, this is a big thing. The fear is real. But I've hit this point where I just miss what life was before all this happened. Logically, I know we'll get back to the way life was, but it's jarring to have gone through such a radical change so quickly. Obviously it's for the best, it's just a huge mental shift.

We're just over 14 days into this strange new world, and though there are moments where this all seems "normal", there's moments (seemingly always popping up after the sun goes down) where it just really, really sucks to have life thrown off kilter. And though this time in my life will be memorable for sure, it's hard to not feel disappointed that my final term in university will draw to a conclusion without the friends I've made and with no celebration typically associated with the occasion.

I'll get through it, we'll all get through it, it's just strange. Memorable, but strange. Just my two cents.