I turned to look at my sister who was scrolling on her phone while sitting on the couch that I accidentally bought from Ikea. “What?” I said slightly puzzled. The couch, which is a whole other story, wasn’t the issue.
My sister repeated herself. “The movie, Black Panther, came out in 2018.”
“It feels like that movie came out two years ago.” I was genuinely confused at the timeline of events that happened in the year 2018. I had to pause and think back to what happened in 2018 to make me feel as though 2018 went on forever.
I remembered that I had traveled to Texas on three different occasions. Once for the new job that I started in 2018, the next during an emergency last minute road trip across the country with my sister, and the last time was over the holidays when I visited family that had recently moved to Austin.
“Oh, here are the pictures from Chicago.” My sister, who was still on the accidental couch, pointed to the images on her phone. “We also went to Chicago in 2018.” She quickly flipped through photos of Tennessee, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona that were saved in her phone.
I looked through the images on my own phone and stumbled upon photos from another half-marathon, project notes from my ASL class, infographics for vegan substitutes that would help new vegans, my 10-year high school reunion, and the front cover of the anthology that I was published in earlier in 2018.
There were photos of me standing in wedding photos with friends, on top of mountains, posing with the Fab 5 of Queer Eye, at fashion shows, and photos of my sister laying down and smiling on a gurney in front of a CT scan. None of the images made any sense together, and I assumed that the collective album of 2018 was part of the reason why the year felt as though it was a couple of years longer.
In 2018, I did not complete my New Year’s resolution to run a marathon and finish writing a novel, but I was encouraged enough to complete three-quarters of the story and become a healthier more veganized-version if myself. There were amazing highs and lows, new experiences that I wouldn’t trade for anything, and friends and relationships that I will always cherish.
I put my phone down that evening after scrolling through the random photos and smiled. “We kind of did a lot this year,” I said still slightly in awe to my sister. “I wonder what 2019 will bring.”