A Year of Grief, Solitary Walks, and, Finally, Hope.
How the pandemic brought me to my knees, then helped me stand again.
4 min readMar 5, 2021
My most striking pre-pandemic memory is not toasting glasses of Prosecco with friends over a good meal. It’s not dancing at an English Beat concert, nor is it swimming in the Indian Ocean while on a surf tour of Sumatra.
