Have you ever sat back in realization of just how much the internet means to you?
I have. A lot of the time, it feels like I live through the transoceanic cables that connect me to the rest of the world, like they were those creepy tubes coming out of you as you’re laying asleep in a hospital bed. I keep up with the news online. I prefer shopping online, as it tends to be cheaper. I learn languages online. Most of my friendships are now long-distance, due to friends studying overseas, so social media keeps me in touch with the people I care about.
The reason I write is because I am in the last few years of my transition to adulthood, but it feels like a much younger voice is somewhere in me still. Being the youngest in the family leaves little space for verbally speaking out. Growing up in politics, every dinnertime a busy exchange of world views, also had me lose my voice amid the much louder shouts of older siblings and grown-ups whose opinions were far more thorough. But I’m catching up. I’m writing things down, I’m thinking things over. I’m quite determined to get this writing thing write.