If there has been one thing saving me from the pit of hellish despair that this past year has been, it is the blissful nostalgia of Studio Ghibli. I mean, damn, who wouldn’t want to be a floppy little fish girl yelling about ham instead of a sort-of adult with depression? Though some days, the line between the two becomes incredibly blurred. Full disclosure, I love Ghibli too much to choose just four options, so each path leads to multiple movies. You’re just dynamic like that.
