Reflection

Last year, around this time, I was living with a friend of mine. I was seeing someone and also in some drama dealing with it. In addition, I gave my last undergraduate recital, I was panicking about a Calculus final and also contemplating actively ending my life. No matter what, I said I was so close to graduating. 8 years, 2 transfers, and many parties later, I had achieved the impossible. I fucking graduated. I felt so relieved. So much so I shut down for 2 days straight. No longer did I have to get up at 7:30am. No more of the headaches before orchestra, no more calculus. I was going to relax, spend time with friends, and return home and leave Ohio behind. Boy how wrong I was. But I am much more satisfied with coming back rather than dealing with the craziness of Louisiana. I suppose this post is to the new year but honestly, the year of 2020 doesn’t end for me until this virus dies.