My colleague-slash-friend, Elna, and I decided to visit the office today after more than one year. Our manager and colleague were there because they both live in Eastwood (which is also where our office is). It was nice to see them again. It felt surreal to be back.

Sadly though, my plant died. Working from home was optional in March last year and my seatmate, who decided to continue working in the office, said that she would take care of it. No one’s to blame. Who knew the pandemic would last this long?