Connection, Solitude, and Everything In Between
Friends, like handbags, come in all colors, sizes—and varying returns on happiness. 🤣
Some come with more maintenance than others, but I’m realizing I often choose them anyway.
After sending off my in‑laws, I picked up another family and unofficially turned my house into an unlisted Airbnb. 😅
Summer seems to be the season when Asian families bring their kids to the U.S. for an “exchange” experience, and one of my close college friends did just that.
My kids love having older teenagers around—and honestly, so do I. Some friends think I must be exhausted, especially since my parents often say that the older they get, the less they enjoy visitors.
Despite it being a work holiday, my kids were at camp, and I unexpectedly found myself out on a bike ride. As I rode, I wondered why some people crave solitude, while others—like me—seem wired for connection.
When I lived alone during a college internship, I used to go to the mall just to be around other humans. 🤣 Even now, I draw energy from company—conversation, presence, shared space. And yet, sometimes I wish I could fully enjoy being alone.
Maybe there’s no right balance. Maybe we’re just wired differently. Or maybe our pull toward connection isn’t a preference at all—but something deeply human.
Either way, I seem to keep choosing the same thing—
the fuller house, the noisier life, the bag that asks a little more but gives something back.
Those thoughts carried me up Old La Honda—and somehow helped me hit a PR. 🤭
Still thinking out loud—curious what you think.
