Surreality follows you whenever you walk through a museum meant to preserve a nation’s memory while standing beside the very weapons that tried to erase it.
When I was little, it was a common occurrence for me to mull over how being the youngest meant I would be the last one of my family on Earth.
The months following the beginning of the war were filled with the act of numbly continuing our lives.
Better lighting, fresh paint, new fixtures, and various days were hustled into the area.
The rolling scenery out the window provided an escape to my swarming thoughts of our destination.
On February 24, 2022, at 6 a.m., the dictator of Russia declared war upon Ukraine in the form of bombing innocent cities and slaughtering civilians.
Rest and revival were overdue after my junior year.