As I sit on my parent’s couch in my parent’s living room in my parent’s home, I can’t help but feel nostalgic. I normally hate talking about myself, but during such unprecedented times, I'm writing some unprecedented things.

I’m generally not one to complain. I have a loving family, caring friends, and stable savings. But the last six months have kicked. my. ass. I didn’t walk across the Carrier Dome stage to accept my college graduation diploma. I didn’t dress up in my cap and gown to take graduation photos with my best friends. I didn’t shine in my senior send-off bar crawl. I lost all my fellowship and internship offers. I didn’t say goodbye to my college friends. I’m living at home with no job opportunity in sight. Not to mention I haven’t even talked to a boy since my heinous ex-boyfriend.

Staying at home with only occasional school work took a toll on me. I hit a low point in late April when it began to feel like there was no light at the end of the tunnel. I needed some sunshine, so I caved and adopted my adorable, chaotic, sweetest cockapoo puppy Winston. Let me tell you, he is a full-time job.

But now that I’ve had him for almost two months, he’s become a much more trainable puppy and I find myself once again at a crossroads. Every morning when I look at my memories from a year ago, I see myself in New York City sipping happy hour cocktails on rooftops, meeting new people on every corner, taking spontaneous adventures, and writing daily stories for a travel site.

Even when my parents remind me that I’m in the same situation as thousands of other college students, I feel like that still doesn’t apply to me. I’ve been working every summer since I was 16 and everyday since I was 19. I love writing, working, and editing so much that my life feels incomplete without it. It feels like all my years of hard work has poofed into thin air.

Since I don’t have another platform, I’m grateful to write here – for all two people reading. Life will get better and things will get back to normal soon. Hopefully. And I think that’s the most I can share this Saturday. It’s more of a catch-up than anything new, but it’s everything I’ve been thinking about this week. More reflective than witty, but I’ll work on that.