With another trip around the sun under my belt, I am once again a year wiser. My 23rd year didn’t pan out the way I imagined it would. Instead, like any good adventure, it was full of plot twists and contradictions; but it is within these subversion of expectations that this year left me feeling more grateful, more compassionate, and more optimistic for the future.
In the midst of a global pandemic, I attended my first protest. Within the lonely confines of quarantine, I found acceptance, connection, and love. And armed with only a mini-fridge and portable induction stovetop, I finally learned how to cook a decent Taiwanese meal.
Without a doubt, this year was a revelation. Here’s to twenty-four.