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Small moments, some joy. I find the internet increasingly unpleasant these days. I’ve been giving in to nostalgia more than usual. Everything in the past feels romanticized, filtered through innocence. Still, I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss simpler times; when finding the right song for my MySpace profile and choosing my top 5 were the extent of my online persona. When things felt lighter, because the community I grew up with still felt unshakable. When home felt safe and familiar, not weighed down by denial and extremism.
This year marks seven years in Germany, and I never imagined calling this place home. Time has a quiet way of doing its thing. I didn’t notice myself putting down roots while I was busy imagining leaving. But here I am.
31 and the face of gen-z dissociation (I’m a millennial). What another trip around the sun it’s been. Thank you if you’ve stuck around to see me through it 🫀
