If you knew of a way to use your estate, following your death, to greatly benefit humanity, would you do it and leave only a minimal amount to your family? Yes, I would. I think my family would understand me, and I would hope that my family would be proud of me doing that. I don’t think my family is very materialistic, so the tangible things we’ll leave behind aren’t the most important. Would you accept a guaranteed, lifetime allowance of $50,000 per year (adjusted annually for inflation) if accepting it meant that you could never again earn money from either work or investments? No, I would feel useless and without purpose. I think it’s much better to know that you’ve earned your own money and have done well for yourself, through your own hard work.
A couple of posts ago, I hinted that I wanted to go back to China. Particularly, with the same arrangements I had last year. The deadline for applications feels like it’s coming sooner than it actually is, but I think that’s because of my indecisiveness to attend again. On one hand, I think it would be great to go back and see some of the teachers and volunteers, maybe even some of my fellow campers. Part of me feels like going back sort of makes the trip less special because I’ll always have the memories from last year, and I’d have to readjust again this year. Nonetheless, if I do or don’t go, I’ll let you all know. For now, let’s take a look back at some tidbits from Beijing!
Do your close friends tend to be older or younger than you? Most of my closest friends are around my age, give or take, a year older or a year younger. My best friend is about a year younger than me, well eight-months younger. A good friend pulls off a well-conceived practical joke that plays on one of your foibles and makes you look ridiculous. How would you react? I would probably flip sh*t! But at the same time, knowing my friends, they’d probably do something like that to make me realize that “it’s not that serious.” I think we all really try to bring out the best in us and help each other overcome our insecurities. Because, you know, that’s what grown-up friendships are. D’awww.
Daylight come and me wanna go home… I think Alaska is the only place I’ve ever been where people actually count how many hours and minutes there are of daylight during the winter. And, on top of that, how many seconds of daylight we gain every day as spring approaches. You really do notice that after a long winter. I looked out of my office window the other day and couldn’t believe that there was still a bit of daylight past 5:00pm. I’ve always tried to explain to people how daylight works here in the winter and summer (we have 24+ hours of daylight in the summer), but you just have to live here or visit to understand. I’m sort of done explaining. Ha!
Holy cow! I can’t believe I haven’t been back to Seattle in more than a year. In 2014, I made the trip to Seattle 4 times! So I kind of got in the habit of visiting Seattle very few months. It started becoming like a second home to me. My best friend is there, so I really do feel right at home whenever I’m in town. In 2015 I traded the domestic flights for international ones, and I didn’t have a chance to visit Seattle at all. Lately, I’ve been missing The Town! So this week, without further ado, let’s journey back to one of my most favorite places!