It occurred to me the other day that there are parts of people’s lives we are completely unfamiliar with. I don’t mean strangers; I mean people we love and know well. For example, my sister goes to the beach with her husband’s family every year, and she spends some holidays with them. I’ve never met his extended family. A few times a year, I travel with my husband to upstate New York, where he has family. No one else in my family has visited the town we always go to, or met this part of our family. You can never completely live someone else’s experiences. I know that’s obvious, but it’s also kind of amazing.