It's been a year. I'm not a pacifist

Notes after February 24th

It’s 5 AM, and I’m in bed. Waking up to the sound of my phone beeping with a message from my twin sister: “We’ve got explosions. Don’t come.”

"Fuuuuck," I respond.

Last winter, when everyone, from Joe Biden to my Italian father-in-law was claiming that russia would invade Ukraine, I planned a visit home. I…