I’m sitting by the bus station in Paris waiting for my sister who’s coming from the Dominican Republic. Over the past few years we’ve made a habit of never living in the same city at the same them. When she was in Australia, I was in Uppsala. When I was in Dublin, she was in Stockholm. When she was in Uppsala, I was in Stockholm. When I’ve been in Paris, she’s been in Shanghai and New York. I want to cry – that’s how much I miss her. And now she’s almost here.
It’s so clear, in the end, all that really matters are the relationships we have with people.