Written Records

Journal

The Day It All Started

First day, first impressions

There was a particular quality to that first morning — a held-breath quality, the sense that something was about to become permanent.

A year spent apart

We learned each other differently that year. Through small rectangles of light and the particular delays of bad internet connections.

Everything we had missed

When we came back, there was a quality to everything that I struggle to name. An urgency. A refusal to take anything for granted.

An ending we saw coming

We all knew it was the last time we would all be in the same room together, though nobody said it.