By Olivia Uzuncan, TIWP Student
In March, we were told to adapt to the idea of being a homebody. Empty grocery store shelves became the new normal as adjusted to the fact that we couldn’t have the social and human connection that was vital to our soul. We had this dream of a new world we would come back to momentarily, a world where hugs and handshakes were never taken for granted. Communities gathered as they howled every night at 8PM to cheer for the healthcare workers risking their lives on the frontline. But we still had the daily walks and sitting outside and watching the sunset.
In early June, as the world heated up and school and schedules came to an end, we were grateful for the outside more than ever. The ability to return to the world that we left a few months ago felt like freedom as it had never felt before: the ability to eat outside and do the things that we had always taken for granted. But now…now is different.
The beautiful blue skies that one woke up to each and every morning turned to skies of grey with fiery orange suns that were difficult and scary to even wrap your head around. Smoke is filling our lungs for the forth year in a row, and its barely September. What is this world coming to if the peaceful, blissful Bay Area—surrounded by trees—has become dangerous?
Yet, the one thing I have truly learned this year is that nothing is forever. Whether it be the friends that are more like family moving away or the death of a loved one or even the world that we left when Coronavirus started, the world is different now. We’ve been able to fight for Black Lives and spread important information about voting. We are taking this time to learn and uncover the truths that were hidden by our normal, day to day lives. As the world changes, humankind as a whole must adapt to it.