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<\/a>My apartment is laid out like the typical college student (and by that I mean it\u2019s messy). I often work in the same room that I sleep and relax in. Considering that our sense of place contributes to our sense of identity, it makes sense that everyone\u2019s sense of time, cohesion, identity, and general togetherness has been put into a tough spot, as everything else in the world has (and that\u2019s my two cents about sense).<\/p>\n
But the last couple of weeks have been different for me. Is this, I found myself thinking, acceptance?<\/p>\n
That was the spark at the base of the flame that set one of my favourite past-times\u2014rabbit-holing into a trench of inquisitive doubt\u2014ablaze.<\/p>\n
If it has taken a year to get used to this new normal\u2014and I mean fully used to it, not COVID-used to it in that sad sort of way, but used to it to the extent that I\u2019m finally just as content as I was before COVID-19\u2014how long is it going to take to adjust back to life post-COVID? Or has it finally been so long that I simply don\u2019t know, or have chosen to forget what I\u2019m missing?<\/p>\n
Yeah, okay. Fine. I\u2019m a little afraid it might be the latter, too.<\/p>\n
For right now, I\u2019m on a pink cloud, breathing scarlet air, wearing crimson glasses, and soaring through the universe at 200 miles an hour with a punch-drunk smile on my face. Just make sure you\u2019ve run for the hills when I hit the ground. I\u2019ve never done too well with deadstick landings.<\/p>\n