I didn't expect that the conflict I had in school would be the only lasting memory I have to keep until I get back. It struck me that a few weeks turned into a few months, life suddenly paused for a three months. We're all in isolation, probably doing everything just to keep yourself out. The air outside the windows of my house felt the same,
but everything that touches the ground never looked the same. The last time I ate at the fishball cart was exactly three months ago, when I ate a couple of dumplings to calm my nerves from guilt. I remember walking at those sidewalks, with fishballs and sweet spicy sauce dripping all over my fingers.
I remember blushing at the streets right when I recalled our small date at the mall. Tying my insignificant shoe laces between hourly runs at the field. Slapping the armchair with a burs
t of laughter when my seatmate and I got the same wrong answer during a math drill. Eating double dutch ice creams outside a mall. Crying inside a church. Ran like Julie Andrews in a field. Chased a fellow 5SOS fan. I guess every favorite memory I had was when I was outside. All I could ever do now is rewind all the great times I had before this quarantine gave its shot to ruining everything I had in mind.
