I asked my Instagram community of friends and acquaintances if they’ve been feeling progressively apathetic about life since the pandemic began, of those who responded most answered yes. I turned 27 a few weeks ago, and it dawned on me that I was now living in the youth that had been the container for my dreams. At some point during the pandemic, I had realized there was nowhere to place all my hopes of the future, all the hopes of who I could be as an adult, I have arrived. My older-self held all the hopes and dreams of my younger self.