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a year later by vero

a year later

It’s been a little over a year since the pandemic was announced. Around March 13th, the world started panicking over this virus.

liminal spaces by maria silvestri

I’ve been MIA

Let’s set the scene, make it a littleĀ intimate. I’m at home, my mom’s home, and to a certain degree, my home. Mostly her home – I’m a temporary resident, by choice, or so I say.

the vero exit

the vero exit

I’m a fan of the Irish exit. Grammarly tells me this term is outdated, so I’ll rename it as the vero exit. It’s my preferred method of exiting most locations and events, particularly parties and gatherings. The vero exit is leaving without saying goodbye. It’s really not that necessary to say goodbye.

reflection by maria silvestri

alone

I always underestimate the satisfaction that alone-time can bring me. I forget how much I appreciate being alone until I take the time to do so. I work for, and with other people, I take classes with other people, and I live with other people. I don’t have much time to be alone.

fruit-bearing trees by maria silvestri

fruit-bearing trees

It’s incredible how a mundane activity can carry so much weight and significance. Much like Eve from the garden of Eden, one of my issues can be directly traced back to picking fruit.

homesick, in a literal sense by maria silvestri

homesick, in a literal sense

Stability has always been out of reach. I have moved to a new home more times than I’ve celebrated my birthday; I am more familiar with change than permanence. I feel at home when I’m on the road, and at peace when everything I know is being replaced.

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