09/06/2026
About a week into traveling through Asia with my parents, I realized something:
This wasn't my trip.
I had a list of neighborhoods I wanted to explore, restaurants I wanted to try, and day trips I wanted to take. But I can come back next year. Or the year after that.
My parents are in their seventies, and I won't always get another chance to travel with them.
The trip got better when I stopped trying to squeeze every possible experience out of it and started focusing on sharing the experience with them.
Slowing down. Staying for one more cup of coffee. Sitting on the bench a little longer. Actually being where we were instead of thinking about where we were going next.
The best memories weren't the things we checked off the list.
They were the moments we had room to enjoy together.