how naively i thought 2020 was just going to be another year, perhaps minimally better than the year before.
i was flying through project work as a design manager for the world’s best architecture firm (statistically! - differing opinions do exist!) and on the cusp of flying off to spain after helping my then-boyfriend move to another city. two weeks into april, i was jobless and fleeing a relationship and city all at once. what am i to do but rediscover my life’s passion during this break while in the comfort and warmth of home, surrounded by friends and isolating with my senior-citizen parents for the first time ?
it is a much-needed break but the best time for reflecting on the meaningful ways i am to power thru without endangering myself from an escalating infectious disease. since the beginning of the outbreak, i have tested twice to ease my worries. but i worry more so about how to resume new normal one day. there are economic meltdowns and visible protests along with political unrest at every level.
when will it be safe to return? i’ve come home to find myself and surrender what i cannot control.
