It’s funny sharing a birthday with the global pandemic: while I celebrate yet another 365 days around the sun, I couldn’t help but hate that we had somehow made it through 365 days of social isolation and no travelling. Emphasis on that last point.
I visited the Lululemon in Britomart the other day. I picked up a black card with white font from the cashier. It’s now pinned to the cork board in my dorm room. I’m 21 today and I can’t help but stare at it. Do I really have an answer to that? I’m not sure…