b'This 5KRemember when you could objectify the shop boy cuz he wasnt wearing a mask?And wait in line for hours to walk awaywith an envelope which contained concertsWhen there was leisure, work and home allpushed apart, separated like a five yearolds dinnerThere are new normals now which is thestrangest thingNo more Saturday morning glange afterFriday night shifts or trailing fingers acrosspianos in train stationsNo more sleepovers inside close with fulleye contact,No more can I borrow that?And for now no more backseat daydreams on the drive to Limerick The list goes on and on really it isnt too badthings could be so much worseBut I cant help missingThe future of the pastOn those drives my mind was in UCD 3,000 euros plus rent, the price of freedomand independenceThe yappy roommate who jogged.Girlfriends and boyfriends.Borrowing notes.Last minute taxis to Cyprus avenue.Scrounging for rent. 4am cramming in the library. Dodgy takeaways. The first time Idraise my hand in a lecture.All ahead.But now on pause.Maybe its selfish butI really liked how things would have been.Doireann Magee-Salawu10'