Ben showing off our view into 2022. Welp. We started off the year by cancelling all our plans. Again. The new wave of Covid and the gray twilight of rainy midwinter days makes me feel like I’m stuck in a time vortex where everything is endlessly looping. The things that used to make the sunless days and long, bone-cold nights of winter bearable—like parties where my friends and I would all pack into a small kitchen, steaming up the windows of the house with all our body heat and laughter—are gone. Who knows when I’ll squeeze onto a sofa between three old friends again, all of us breathing the same air, sharing the same food. It sounds exotic, right?
꩜ Grasping onto what I can control ꩜
꩜ Grasping onto what I can control ꩜
꩜ Grasping onto what I can control ꩜
Ben showing off our view into 2022. Welp. We started off the year by cancelling all our plans. Again. The new wave of Covid and the gray twilight of rainy midwinter days makes me feel like I’m stuck in a time vortex where everything is endlessly looping. The things that used to make the sunless days and long, bone-cold nights of winter bearable—like parties where my friends and I would all pack into a small kitchen, steaming up the windows of the house with all our body heat and laughter—are gone. Who knows when I’ll squeeze onto a sofa between three old friends again, all of us breathing the same air, sharing the same food. It sounds exotic, right?