I ‘adopted’ a cute femboy fox who came to SF at the beginning of pride month to experience a new city and life and cheer up from their depression. This is the fifth person I’ve ended up giving a spot to live for an undefined period of time and currently the third person at my house who isn’t paying rent. It’s weird to be in enough of a place of privilege to be able to give back in little ways like this.

Reflecting on this, in my early twenties I used to hate living with other people- I found them mostly inconsiderate and I tolerated their presence only because they shared the rent. Over time I’ve realized it’s just that I wasn’t picky enough with who I wanted to live with. As I’ve given space away for free to people I care about, I’ve also realized just how extroverted I truly am and how much happier I am to be in a big loving household.

Which is all a long preamble to just say I’m in a really good place right now and it seems like spending more of my life trying to chase happiness in the moment has lead to much more sustainable happiness in the long term too. Sacrificing happiness today for something in the future mostly just ends up making me not as happy overall.