Hum

Kristle Navarro

A Room of One’s Own. Marita Liivak.

A Room of One’s Own. Marita Liivak.

I’ve been cooped up in my apartment for nearly three months. The hum of the refrigerator, my upstairs neighbors’ footsteps, the opening and closing of the elevator door outside my apartment, have become constant reminders that I am alone. 

I’ve never lived by myself. 

I turned thirty and took a chance. I miss my mom’s cooking and hearing my dad rant about corruption and Duterte.

This is what I do now. I engage in a constant conversation with myself. There’s no one left to talk to when the facetimes, texts and phone calls end…just me. 

I talk to my plants. I talk to my fish. Sometimes I sing. Sometimes I cry. I feel numb. My mood changes are more apparent, more intense. I can even tell when my period is coming. 

My life’s turned into a cartoon.

Kristle Navarro is a writer currently living in Queens, NY. She works as a people & operations strategist for a digital communications and PR agency in Brooklyn, but has been and will be working from home for the rest of the year.

twitter: @kristlenav_ / insta: @kristlenav

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