Rebecca Mohr

What is “it”?

I had slithered my way down into a luxuriously comfortable bed of acceptance. 2020 was a year unlike any other. Feeling independent and a bit unnerved by taking a leave of school, I landed myself living on my own with my partner: the dream gig. I was going to be twenty years old, and my glamorous plans and dreams for my 20s was at my fingertips. I was eager and ready.