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The thing that jumped out at me is “I mourn the life we used to have and my husband does too.” It’s never stopped being incredibly surreal to me to watch people choose to Return to Normal because they can’t accept that normal is gone forever. Maybe it’s some incomplete grieving process?
I kinda miss wandering around bookstores and seeing friends IRL, but I miss average snowpacks and well behaved jet streams and flying before the TSA and that sweet spot when the internet was a weird cool thing but we had smartphones too, and none of *that’s* coming back!
The thing that jumped out at me is “I mourn the life we used to have and my husband does too.” It’s never stopped being incredibly surreal to me to watch people choose to Return to Normal because they can’t accept that normal is gone forever. Maybe it’s some incomplete grieving process?
I kinda miss wandering around bookstores and seeing friends IRL, but I miss average snowpacks and well behaved jet streams and flying before the TSA and that sweet spot when the internet was a weird cool thing but we had smartphones too, and none of *that’s* coming back!