When I consider the network of friends that I’ve built over the years, I realize that I am really incredibly lucky to be where I am. And it’s strange that even with the different schools that I go to, the different programs I’m in, the different housemates I get – for some reason I just seem to (for the most part) have incredible luck at always meeting the right people. Not to say that I like and make friends with everybody that I meet, just that wherever I go, I will always be able to meet someone really great that I vibe well with.
I’m never really the type to gloat about how hard working I am or how proud I am of the work that I do – I really just think that I got lucky. I got lucky being born to my parents, being born in Hong Kong and immigrating to Canada, and having the experiences that lead to who I am. I am fully aware of how competent I am as a person, but I really do believe that I am a product of all the people in my life who have inspired me in some way. This sounds mushy and romantic in a sense and I feel like I write about these things a lot, but considering how the school year got cut short this year – it really makes me think about how fortunate I am to be sad about missing school.