I'm pretty sure for the last three months, I have been running through life. Sometimes it feels like I hardly have time to take a second to breathe throughout the day. I could probably learn a thing or two from my elderly neighbors. At dusk, you can find the grandpas and grandmas of the apartment complex taking walks around the neighborhood at a snail's pace with their hands clasped behind their backs. It is endearingly called "Xian Guang," or the pleasant stroll. I love seeing them just unwinding from their busy days and enjoying the evening air. It is a great reminder of how much I do need to take my own pleasant stroll every once in awhile when the chaos of living life over here gets to be a little overwhelming.