At the beginning of 2019, I dreamt this would finally be the year where I dipped my feet into the sparkling ocean and soaked up the Californian sun in San Francisco.
But then life punched me in the guts – harder than it ever did before – when my dad unexpectedly passed away in February.
I spent months barely making it out of bed. I would show up to work, hang out with friends, go on boring, mediocre dates. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I worked hard to project the usual image of myself. Except there wasn’t anything usual about my life.
Everything was new and painful; it still is.