Sometimes all you have are a few short moments with family. Eric and I got to see Michael and Roy's home in China years ago. This time, they both could visit our small patch of humanity. The world feels like an abstract concept, visiting people who live so far away, an illusion. Conversations pick up feeling all too familiar, despite years apart–we've aged. I still feel a sense of sameness, wondering if the core that defines a person never wavers.