2018 Remembered

2018 was easily the best year of my life to date. The year started with Vincent turning 28 and I turning 30(!). Leaving my 20s I remembered friends who reached 30 a couple of years ago saying that 30 was a turning point for them, that it was the age when everything fell into place. Now that I have spent most of the year in this new decade, I heartily agree with my wiser friends. 2018 brought along a slew of changes, some small and others more monumental, but all were undeniably positive.

In May, Vincent and I celebrated our marriage with our closest friends and family in Newport, Rhode Island. It was everything I had ever wanted, from the fairy tale backdrop to being surrounded by the people dearest to our hearts.

In Julywe spent two weeks in Hawaii for our honeymoon. We divided our time between visiting beaches of all colors (white, black, red!), driving through rain forests in Hana,  flying over the active volcanoes on the Big Island, and waking up to the most beautiful sunrises. We also had the best Thai food out of  a food truck 🙂

In August, Vincent started his new job and we spent a few glorious weeks in SF / Bay Area, where we discovered our love for Burmese food (and all other Asian food in the Bay Area).

In November, we moved to Pittsburgh and began the next chapter of our lives. I applied, and got accepted, to a psychology graduate program and found research opportunities at two psychology labs at CMU. I ultimately chose to focus on the research projects at the labs for now and postpone school until the fall.

In December, Vincent and I went back to New Orleans on Christmas and spent a few days stuffing our faces with various Cajun delights and strolling in the French Quarters.

For 2019, I don’t have any resolutions, except to continue striving to be the most authentic and thoughtful version of myself and to keep building a life that is full of joy and meaning. To all my readers, I wish you the very best in love and life in the brand new year.

Lessons In Love

As much as we all seek love, understanding love and more importantly, knowing how to love, can be elusive. What I know about love is largely shaped by three individuals: my mother, my best friend, and my husband. Together, they have shown me what love is and how to love. I could never thank them enough for their infinite wisdom, kindness, and yes, love. By sharing the insights I learned from them, I hope to pay it forward and help others find the love they deserve. Continue reading →

An ode to Fall

Growing up I used to love Spring, with all the flowers and bursting pastel colors. Somewhere in my 20s Fall took over as my favorite. There is something about these in-between months (or weeks depending on where you live) that is undeniably romantic and wistful. There is an intoxicating mingling of feelings of excitement and forlorn – the anticipation of sweaters and warm beverages intertwined with the sadness of bidding summer farewell. The precious golden days of fiery foliage are inevitably followed by dreary rain and fallen leaves. Part of the magic of fall is its brevity. Unlike summer and winter, Fall is here one chilly morning and gone before you know it. It never overstays its welcome. Could one ever get enough of it? Continue reading →

Privilege

I listen to podcasts on my daily commutes and today’s episode broke my heart. It was about a brilliant boy from a bad neighborhood who clearly had the potential for greatness but also faced incredible odds because of the world he was born into. Malcom Gladwell said the story was “not inspirational, it [was] depressing”. I partially agree and partially disagree. I agree that it was depressing — I had a noticeable lump in my throat towards the end (I had laughed out loud on a few occasions while listening to podcasts, but I have not cried, yet). It was also inspiring, because it inspired me to think more about my own privilege and what I can do to help the many people out there who deserve and need our help. The people who are not given the many chances and opportunities that come with privilege; the people, like the boy featured in this story, who could go so far if the rest of us cared more. Continue reading →