Okay, here we are. It feels like only yesterday that global travel came screeching to a halt because of some tiny virus nobody saw coming – a pandemic that made us all question if we'd even remember how to breathe properly again.
But then there's the dreaming part: those fancy plans about hitting Chengdu for bubble tea, or checking off "My Weekend in Beijing" essays while actually *being* there. That whole glamorous notion of exploring feels suddenly less like an exciting future and more... well, like maybe a travel brochure gathering dust somewhere? A slightly outdated one?
And honestly? Was any of that real life stuff ever quite as effortless as we imagined it would be back then? Maybe the vloggers looked flawless with their perfect postures, but those endless dumplings probably tasted less divine than they appeared on camera. Now my days mostly involve looking out the window at trees nobody else can climb because everything’s locked down again.
It feels like a weird loop of dreaming versus reality that just keeps going 'round since March 2020...
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