By Nina Joss
April 3
I’m feeling sad. Springtime in Richmond is the best time of year and I just got a text from my friend that made me think of goofy things we used to do and River Dance and spontaneous times and all of the beautiful friendships that I was gonna get to pour into this semester. After a great spring break trip where I met some incredible new friends, I was really excited to hang out with all of them. After a crazy time abroad and honestly a strange and difficult adjustment back, I was really excited for this. It was going to be so good. And I know so many people are losing so much more, but I’m still mourning the loss of those beautiful times, friends and memories that I was so looking forward to.
April 26
This time really has been a special little bubble out of ordinary life. Nate leaves tomorrow to go back to Seattle, and I realized tonight that I’m probably gonna look back on this time nostalgically, noticing the happy here—in baking and grocery trips, in giggling on the couch, long nights of family TV, immersing ourselves in the world of Spain and heists and analyzing it over a standing snack and glass of water in the kitchen afterward. Hot tub heartfelts and his technical and, yes, artistic eye and advice on my graphic art and his patient way of explaining our games.
I will miss this special time with all five of us here in this house—these five weeks we might never have gotten again–>23, 21 and 19 all home from all over the country and world. I am so thankful for my family.
April 26
The thought of hugging someone who is not my mom, dad, brother or sister feels like the most foreign thing.