fresh starts.

This is not how I used to write, punctuated with grief, and often no hope, but I am promising myself that it is nothing like that. I am full of hope. This is, today, here, now, a piece full of hope, bubbling with it, golden, spilling from my veins, running through my fingertips. Welcome to a piece about learning to look for hope.

notes on january, 2021

January was a pretty eventful month for me! I finished applying to college in the first week, since I am a senior in high school, and I popped a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne to celebrate, with my best friend on video call, watching me from Canada, in my garden, swig what essentially tasted like fizzy grape juice, straight from the bottle.