I was having a pre-visit screening last month, and the doctor's receptionist asked if I had traveled outside New England lately. I told her that I hadn't left Middlesex County since March.

I was just about to leave a comment about a similar exchange, although in my case the question was "Have you traveled outside the country in the last month?" and my answer was "I haven't traveled outside the state all year!" I do not care for it, either.

I think the farthest I have been from my apartment since this pandemic began was the beach in Salem where rushthatspeaks and I were married. Which was a lovely beach for many reasons, but by this point in the year I have usually been at least once to either New York, Providence, or the D.C. metro area, and in an especially good year all of the above. I miss other cities. I miss my city. I don't even like this apartment enough to have wanted to spend the majority of the year inside it.