Scattered across two bedrooms, fifty miles apart, yet somehow sitting on the same couch via a laptop screen.
But 2020 was the year of perspective .
On December 31st, we are going to video call at 6 PM. We are going to watch one last sunset of the year together, even if it’s through a screen. We’ll probably cry a little. We’ll definitely laugh a lot. my cousin sister 2020
I won’t romanticize it. Living in each other’s pockets (even virtually) was hard. There were days we didn’t speak. There was a screaming match over whose turn it was to load the dishwasher. There was a silent treatment that lasted three whole days over a misunderstood text message. Scattered across two bedrooms, fifty miles apart, yet
Then March 2020 happened.
At first, it was just something to do. But by May, it was a lifeline. We’d sit there, two meters apart (just in case), and talk about everything except the virus. We talked about our childhood—the summer we got lost in the mela, the time she broke my favorite toy and blamed the cat, the secret language we invented when we were seven. We are going to watch one last sunset