It was so odd and somewhat scary to arrive at the airport today. I am breaking out of quarantine and making a trip to my childhood home of Brush, Colorado. New York was just impossibly locked up, and I thought I needed to go somewhere. I haven’t been to the airport in almost 9 months and it was apocalyptic. At the parking garage, the guard gave me a card and said that likely no one will be working to pick up people when I return and that I will need to text a number and hope—a giant garage and I was able to park in the very front. Eerie. Read more