An engineering student in Toronto, born in London. For the oceans.
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It was just before Friday 13th.
I’d say the last real day was March 12th. Leading into a Friday 13th. I don't even think the date's connactation crossed my mind, not for very long anyway. For me, this was the day before all the news sunk in. I think in the week prior, the world was running as normal. You’d hear the common noises of our old lives. The continual drowning noises of stop-start traffic and generic city noises. It was in those days that alarm clocks had a purpose. When you'd engage eye contact with strangers. When you could walk into a store and buy a chocolate bar like normal. Or go to work as a barista. A time when hand sanitiser wasn't a commodity. Sports and concerts still ran as normal and, you could support your friends and be a fan in a crowd. On the news, the virus was always a foreign problem, a distant one. You felt safe and ignorant behind the digital screen. I'd still laugh seeing my friends faces from a hand away. I could sense the calm atmosphere together and get angry when they wouldn't pass the iPhone charger. That was before they flipped the switch.
I see the sunset through my rough-cut piece of wood. But to understand what I visualise I'll explain why I see a sense of calm in it.
When I meet a new person, I often look into their eyes. And in that pair of eyes, what can I see? Is there anything to see apart from my own reflection? Do I see the deep dark pits in the centre of their eyes or the strained streaks around it? Or perhaps it's not the physical scars but the ones that lie beneath, I notice. Those silent marks that cannot be replaced, just covered. And I delve deeper imagining how painful it must have felt if I were in their shoes. And thinking if it was justified or instead someone's rage inflicted upon them. I begin to consider what my scars are and if I accept mine or hide their existence? There's so much to someone's life by seeing it through another's eyes.
Food for dogs
Hands up if you have a dog. For a long time, I wish I had my hand up with this crowd. Then there was a time when I accepted that I wouldn't get one, and that was okay with me. So, I hadn't had a dog before this year. I always wanted a pal, but it just hadn't worked out before. The reasoning was nobody would walk, feed, bathe him/her etc. I didn't grow up with a dog as much as I wanted to have that happen. I would go over to friends' houses and meet their dogs, and my father even had dogs himself when he was younger. Some friends said dogs were fun, others said not again. I just wanted to make that choice on my own and face reality and difficulty through my personal experience. I had heard stories from other people and I thought I was ready. What happens in life is, you're either ready or not. And when you desire something, even if you do everything right, it leads to nothing. We have to learn that we can't do everything right - we can't control everything. This makes us upset and frustrated at times. Experience teaches us lessons, but I've learned to be ready for any moment and accept when I need to move on. I can't stay upbeat and happy if I'm always sticking to a petty thing or a fairy tale. That's not to say we shouldn't chase your dreams, but I'll save that for another day.
7am. I draw the curtain and open my window. The warm rays of sunshine lap over my arms and each wave warms my face. I stick my slides on and wash my face and moisturise. I look up one last time at my quarantine face. Eyes of isolation and folded dreams. A suppressed smile would be unchained. I also glance up to my chalkboard, where I have written a bucket list for that first day back in the world. It's a golden list of things, and I hear the sounds of the places I'll go. It sounds like that Dr Seuss book.
How Disney+ will change how Disney is remembered with the next generation
Disney+ has been unexpectedly leading the way for Disney with the closure of Disney Parks, learning centres and shops around the world. The online store remains open, but the Disney+ streaming service connects millions of people to Disney's original content. Disney ventured into the streaming business at almost the latest time as a resource to compete against other content services. Disney+ has been modelled around the pure Disney form (unlike Hulu, in which Disney has diverse assets) with the now mammoths in Star Wars, Marvel, and National Geographic and Disney originals. But how will Disney+ be part of the next generation's memory of Disney and will tv shows or movies dictate the playing field?
Take me home.
London, England, home. Home under a cloudy blanket. It'd be nice to be back there. At home with my family. I'm doing well during this time, but if there was a destination to be at, then it'd be there. I'm here in Toronto, Canada. And that's not a bad thing at all. It's just a fact, and now that I'm here and I'm actually happy, relaxed and enjoying it here in the six. I'm just staying with a friend's family, and they've taken me as one of their own, and I am and will be forever grateful. Thank you, Chris and your brilliant family.
I went for a run outside, and it felt strange in the age of COVID-19.
Now that I finished my final exams for the term and year, I can take a break or time off. This break feels welcome, and it's a time to keep moving in other ways. I'm picking up learning French again, learning James Bond on the guitar and spending more time reading. I was fortunate to be able to go outside today and glad I had more time. I kept my distance, was protected and tried to be a friendly runner that switches sides to aid others. I had a goal to run 10 km, and I've been leading up to this by running from 2km and increasing it gradually each time.