September 22nd 2020
Today I turned twentyseven.
Despite everything, twenty six was actually one of my best years. I moved into my own place, I went to New Zealand on the holiday of a lifetime, I got promoted, I moved into my own place when my flatmate moved out, and I fell in love. All in all, that’s a pretty successful year, no matter how any of that turns out.
Really, 26 was good, even though for a full six months of it we weren’t allowed to leave the house. The news of the day is that we’re almost starting that level of lockdown again, so we’ll see how twenty seven goes.
Until tomorrow, I’m hoping for a repeat of 26.