I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the pandemic is slowing down. I know the news keeps drilling into our heads that we are all going to die without a vaccination (I'm safe and vaccinated, phew!). But I'm hopeful the virus will give up in a few months. There's no science to my thinking, it's just a hope. That's all I've got. 

Growing up I was under the impression that everyone thought the same way I thought. I thought they saw life the same way I did.

I never understood why we all couldn't get along since we were all the same.

Every time I moved, I was forced to face change. Change in friends, my house, cultural differences across the United States, school systems and the difference in what I learned, fashion changes from coast to coast, and new climates. There were many more changes I'm sure affected how I see life, but I'm still figuring those out. 

Moving was the only life I knew so those constant changes were my normal.

My normal probably wasn't your normal.

It seems that life is made up of a series of changes.