Occasionally the deal with life is that it will break your heart. People will…but sometimes the universe will too because not everything is fair. And it might not even be happening to you; in fact a lot of the times it’s when we are watching the people we care most about or strangers we have never met that is the most painful. But that is a beautiful thing, because it means that you feel, care and have the ability to feel empathy.
Everyday is an opportunity to try something new that terrifies you and that you will most likely fail at the first, second,third time. But for most people, they never keep trying and never improve.
You know when someone shows up to Vietnam in cowboy boots, blue jeans, a leather hat and button down shirt, they are a Republican…I mean a character and are going to have great stories. That first impression remained true as I got to know Grandpa Walt the last two weeks traveling through Vietnam with him, his daughter and granddaughter who is adopted from Vietnam. Grandpa Walt is the kind of person that wakes up at six in the morning every day to go walking just because he can and would feel to stagnant if he wasn’t moving. Everyday he carried his go pro with him while photographing every moment with his other fancy camera. He sees life through a lense, literally and figuratively that is his own unique brand of Grandpa Walt.
A year ago I didn’t know who Keane was. We had both been members of the Resident Hall Association and were familiar with each other through the weekly meetings and gatherings in Williams Village, but genuinely didn’t know each other. The last month of school something sparked between us and we became best friends faster than you can say hashtag Be Boulder. We bonded over our quirky love for Hilary Duff, laying out in the sun on the field in Williams Village and complaining about people who complain about life. Over the summer our friendship continued to grow as we stayed in touch despite both of our busy schedules. We mostly bonded over the fact that our families were smothering us. True story. As we came back to Boulder this semester, we have remained steady friends with regular lunches and occasional weekend shennanigans.
After a rough last few weeks of school and finals week, I kicked off holiday break with a series of wonderful friends including old, new and same! It was great to catch up with friends from high school, show friends from college around Denver and indulge in delicious food and even better company.
Sharing with you our year of wander, wishing and wisdom (or lack of)!
Here’s to the end of 2015 and the beginning of 2016.
Final Xmas Letter
(click to read the full holiday letter if you wish)