My life is well lived. Mostly it's made me nice, and reasonable.
I fill my days with joy, warm tea, and books made of paper. They bring up fond memories of childhood.
I was raised in an Indian meditation community until I was a teenager which left me hilariously out of place when I moved back to California. I find it all very amusing in retrospect and have a fondness for others displaced.
I've lived in 5 countries: the US, Serbia, S. Korea, India, & Germany. Traveled to 50+, and passed through a half dozen more. I'm living in California for the 4th time it feels increasingly like home.
I've been lucky to find personally fulfilling work that pays enough to dent my student loans.