This year began with some of the best travels of my life. My optimism for 2020 stretched far into the future, yet by March it felt too depressing to think about the day ahead. Virtually overnight all of my work, adventures, social life, romance, and even high fives were prohibited. It taught me to focus on the present, merely getting through each repetitive day. I had nothing but time, and I spent it on personal projects and hobbies. Writing, surfing, and skateboarding were a bittersweet attempt to maintain my sanity amid the most unsatisfying season I’ve ever known. Eventually I had to give up my home in Brooklyn, and set out to find adventure and clients elsewhere. Thanks to the generosity of others, I was able to write an ending to this year that feels similar to the way it began.