I think everyone will agree with me that the year 2020 was a nightmare from the start. Everyone I know was begging for 2020 to be rebooted, and the world has become a CrazyTown.
This post was written on May 31, 2020, at least that was the date where I live, and I had just finished watching the launch of the SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket and the Crew Dragon capsule. It might be hard to believe, but I'm sitting here crying as I type this, and I'm not sure if I can fully explain why, but I'm going to do my darndest to try.
As far as I'm concerned, that launch was the true start to 2020. Sure, by May, it's nearly half over, but it wasn't until that launch that I finally felt like hope was on the horizon. It wasn't until that launch that I could finally breathe deeply again.
