Thursday, April 2, 2020 - 5:58pm

In these uncertain and lonely times, I find joy in my photos and string lights.  When I packed up my dorm room and flew home to Seattle, I was aware that I would not be returning to freshman year as I knew it. Waiting for me was my childhood bedroom, nightly dinners with family instead of friends and a three-hour time difference. As I stared at the blank pink walls of my room on my first night home, I attempted to mentally prepare for my first online class the next day. Regaining a feeling of normalcy might actually be pretty difficult.