It’s April 2020. Uni is online, the world just shut down and you’re stuck wondering what the f*ck is happening to your so-called golden days. It all seems impossible. You never thought you’d be living through a global pandemic in the prime of your life. But, you naively think… “Surely this will be over by the end of the year.
We’ll buy our passports, and we’ll definitely make it to New Zealand by Jan ’21. They’re just across the water. We don’t even have that many cases.” Fast forward. It’s two years down the line. Uni is still mostly online; the world is still partly halted, and time is bloody fleeting. These years, we’ll never get back. Our early twenties are not pocketable. But what is it we’re trying to ‘get back’? Yes, the days of large crowds, breathing easy and spontaneous travel are a thing of the past for the foreseeable future.
But we’ve learnt that self-care is not selfish, that seeing family via video is better than not seeing them at all, that science and modern medicine are truly incredible, and that we need to give ourselves more credit for our adaptability and resilience (we’ve also learnt that WFH can suck, but we’re thankful it’s an option). These years have been hazy, hard and, at times, horrific. But, these years have also been memorable. We’ll never live our twenties the way we thought we would. Our golden days are a golden daze, but we’ll enter the next chapter stronger and more remarkable than ever.