Yes, it’s me again, who’d have thought. Unsurprisingly, in my life not a lot has happened, but the word, I mean, oh dear, things will never be the same again.
It feels wrong to continue writing jokingly about isolation life in this post, without even mentioning an aspect of the things that truly matter. This is by no means about me, this is about the future. With all of my heart, I do know, and I am sure that most of you do as well, that as the young generation owe the world better. Whatever the uncertain future holds, we have to continue fighting for what is right, even if it is not easy. I encourage everyone of you people out there, with eyes stuck to their devices, use the world which is in your pockets. Make use of the glorious gift of free education and resources, a lot of people in the past fought for this, so we have this privilege. Now it is our turn to make the world a better place.
Moving on, I bet that nobody of you asks themselves where I have been, as it is beyond clear: inside. I know, my jokes are not funny, even if I try hard. There has truly not been happening what you would consider as “a lot” or “exciting” recently in my life. Nevertheless, I thought I would never write this post, but here we go. Since we have been isolated since March, I stopped being Ubereats, Deliveroo’s, Foodora’s or Doordash’s best customer- yes, I had a high number of orders in every single one of them and now I actually cook decent meals by myself. This might sound very stupid for one or the other person, but I officially feel like an adult now. When I moved out of my parents’ home, I highly doubted that my culinary horizon would go further than avocado on toast or pesto pasta. But I mean, here we are, ready to write a cookbook. Maybe not a full cookbook yet, but we can all dream. At the end of the day, we can’t put our lives on hold for whatever, however longer this is gonna go on for. This might seem strange, but that one day, somewhere in the future, when we can finally delete zoom and experience human touch again, without a care in the world, will be a day that will separate our lives into a before and after. One of those crucial days, which marks a specific day that changes the course of the rest of our lives.
I don’t have a good or adequate connection word for this paragraph, so let’s just collectively imagine that there is one. In those pictures I am wearing a very bohemian looking dress, which was a not so impulse lockdown buy, a very old belt that I got gifted by my father when I was about fifteen years old, and my double platform doctor martens. I love how flowy the dress is, it sort of has a vibe of Stevie Nicks meets Florence Welch. The not so vintage belt crashes the romantic bohemian influence, with this old piece of leather tied around my waist. The doc martens are just the shoes that I wear every day, as believe it or not, even though I have a lot of clothes, I don’t have a lot of shoes. I don’t know, but they do go with everything, so it does feel like a personal note on every outfit I wear.
Whatever the future might hold for us in those chaotic times, it will be good. If this period has taught us anything apart from making Banana Bread or Sourdough, it is that we considered as “normal” never worked and will never work again.
We are the creators of this new reality, let’s make this one a good one.
Old photos from the archive of my laptop, taken by Frankie