10:32 PM
Hello, It's 10:32 PM on a Tuesday night in December. I'm sitting at the kitchen table—a wooden circle, the same it's been since I was born. I've been out of school for about a week now, and I felt like I needed to write something. I'm not sure what. I saw a post on Twitter that says "i feel like we haven’t acknowledged how hard this time has been for FRIENDSHIPS." Yeah. I've grown apart from so many friends during the pandemic. Some don't understand or don't share my sense of caution about the virus. Some do and have hunkered down the same way I have, and neither party ever thought to reach out. Really, though, the pandemic has given me the space to consider who I am and who I want to be, and this has caused me to focus on the development of that identity at the expense of some friendships. When you lose friends, you lose parts of yourself. It makes sense because we are the sum of our friendships; our personalities are molded by the people