The second of my quarantine vlogs, one month into isolating from the pandemic.
On Amy’s birthday this year, I started vlogging my life in the middle of a pandemic.
Things are precarious right now.
I am writing this from the other end of a pandemic. Or maybe from the middle. Or even the beginning. I guess we’ll see, won’t we?
Mornings here in Calgary have been gloomy these last few days. I’ve noticed this because my room at my mom’s house hasn’t got curtains yet and the sun shines directly in my face, waking me up on non-gloomy mornings. These gloomy ones, however, I’m able to sleep through.
I stopped writing for a while. Half because I got busy, half because, I don’t know. I stopped feeling like a writer.
I’m in an airport as I write this, but won’t be anymore when you read it. I’m on my way to Ho Chi Minh city in Vietnam, where I will rendezvous with my mom, my sister Amy, and my brother Marvin. My flights were booked later and as a result, I’m travelling separately from them.
I broke a record last month: The fewest blog posts posted in a single month since I started. It was two. Pitiful.
The Calgary Stampede kicked off this morning with the annual parade, and while I didn’t officially go, I did have to cross the crowds, and closed-off, horse-poop-laden streets to get to work this morning.
Wow. I did not expect to be busy once back. The complete opposite, actually. The majority of my friends reside in other countries and I thought my social life would sag, at least at first. You always hear about people having trouble meeting up with existing friends and making new friends after university. Thankfully, I have a huge extended family and there’s always something going on. So I’ll try my best to catch you up to what I’ve been doing since getting back.
When I first left for England, my little brother was nine years old. Today, he’s twelve.
Time flies, doesn’t it?
Somewhere on the other side of the ocean, my sister turns 17 today. This is to her.
From what I hear, you’re a lot like I was at your age. Chasing dreams, refusing to leave the clouds when the ground called. But the ground’s going to get louder now. September will bring your last year of high school. Adults will be asking you to make big choices that they say will impact your life, although yesterday they still considered you a child.