Sitting out on the balcony combing my curls out and enjoying a cocktail.
This has been a year of resisting acceptance. I lost my job, living in a foreign country. I immigrated back to the UK during lockdown. I lived with an ex-partner at first, as I had very limited options. There was nothing romantic about lockdown together. Eventually I moved out, into a flat of my own, I got a temporary job and I have now spent 9 months of the year with very limited company. It has been extremely lonely. I am grateful for the few things that have gone well this year.
What good can come of the events from this year:
There is something after all, in this modern day and age, which can still unite us globally.