It seems like forever and a day ago when my younger (much younger) teenage self would spend each day sharing her entire existence for the whole world to gape at. The idea of putting my entire life on display for complete strangers never bothered little old 14-year-old me, having missed Myspace by a couple of years, tumblr was my hidden oasis.
Then voilá, puberty finished and suddenly I was a bright and shiny adult, still grappling with all of my teenage insecurities, but with the added loveliness of the security blanket known as childhood ripped out from under me and my plate piled with real world responsibilities. Although, to be fair to my little self, she had already been dealing with adult responsibilities long before her time.
Into my twenties, I felt like I was really starting to get the hang of things, and then BOOM ... enter the worldwide pandemic that we've been enduring for the last year. I turned twenty-one in this lock down, but I very much consider myself one of the lucky ones. I got furloughed, I moved back in with my parents and yeah, got covid (not fun) and in all this, seemed to turn to childhood nostalgia for escapism. So what a time for spacehey to come about.
Despite maintaining connections with friends and family, gods, I've never felt this amount of alone before, and yes I am including the wonderful depression years of my childhood. It's strange, life but with all the noise remove, and all you're left with is stillness and quiet. It's pretty clear that most people have been feeling that quiet too, or else, I wouldn't be sitting typing on a keyboard right now, trying to relive the sense of weird online community you get when you put your life out there on the internet.
Here's hoping to the good that might come out of my blabber,
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