I gazed out the window, seeing the same view I had seen for the past year. Stuck at home, it wasn’t all that bad, but it was taking a toll on me. 

I had the company of family and friends, but I was mostly by myself. Lost in my own mind, daydreaming or thinking about the future. With all the developments that have occurred, will we ever return to normal? Will there ever be a “normal” again?

I didn’t focus on those questions all the time however, and I busied myself with something I loved most: art. I had many sketchbooks filled out with my art over the past few years, and I loved looking back at old pieces and comparing them to newer ones. 

Sometimes I escaped from reality to these worlds I had created in these drawings and my imagination. But I knew I couldn’t avoid it altogether. The stress of it all was simply relieved by going into these little fantasies. But I came right back to the real world and simply moved forward, regardless of what may happen. 

It was certainly an interesting year, one I’d never think would ever happen in my lifetime. But I got through it, and I’m still moving forward.