2020. So it has been.
I want to say that it's okay. I want to say that I am walking out of 2020 with a lighter heart. I want to stay on the brighter side of the ledge and say that things are all right. But a bigger part of me is so bitter. I have barely an hour left till I walk into 2021 as I write this. So let me just be as honest as I can and just say it out loud. I feel bitter about how 2020 went for me. When I turned 22 last year in March, I was already preparing myself to take bigger, bolder decisions and bring changes to my life that I had been wanting to for so long. I wanted to see more of the world and learn and grow more as I did so. I wanted to pursue what I felt passionate about and strive for it. I wanted to leave home and build a space for myself somewhere far off and see for myself what it meant to live like that. I wanted to chase sunsets in unknown terrains, maybe touch the sea with my bare hands, and tell the waves that I've come home. I wanted to get lost and find a purpose all o...