In April 2024, I visited Los Angeles and took a flying lesson. Cut to me crossing off #19, flying an airplane over Pacific Palisades (this was before the fires). It was a perfect day. I’m so grateful for that experience because of the devastation that happened only a year later. Wishing the best for all of the residents still figuring out their housing and dealing with insurance — the community was so warm and welcoming…

People are almost always surprised to hear that I’m 36. Often, people ballpark me around 28 or 29, which works for me. I’ve always needed some extra time to figure stuff out, and looking younger than my actual age has been a blessing in disguise. There was only one person, the documentary filmmaker I met in Chile, who got my age spot-on. “You’re 36,” he said during our first lunch. I was 35 at the…