Last Friday I enjoyed a nice drink with my best friend and then we drove to a near city to have dinner. Plain and simple, but OMG it seemed something incredibly special to me. Somewhere between the lockdown, the death of my grandfather and an exhausting study for an exam that didn’t go as I had planned, I forgot I actually enjoyed spending time out of my house. Sure, I go jogging with my other best friend almost every day now and I go visiting the boy I’m going out with once or twice a week — but even these things have fallen under the routine in which I try to wrap my entire existence (a bit maniacally I’m afraid). It was refreshing to talk with someone who has similar familiar situations/political views/everyday problems. Also, she knows basically everything about me because we’ve been friends for almost fifteen years now.