I always end up here. My refuge... my comfort.
Quarantine status. It was the universe's way of telling me to shape the fuck up.
My last getaway with you was March 13th, the Friday before the quarantine occurred. How cryptic, don't you think. Fast forward almost 3 months later... can you believe we now work so closely together? I wonder what my therapist would say about this? And yet, we've never been so far apart. This is good. This is great.
To all my diaryland friends... hope you're safe and well!
6:41 p.m. - 2020-06-05
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