like school

I just realized, with great delight, that my life once again has some of the things I most miss from school: friends that live nearby and come over often. When I left seminary, I grieved the passing of the time when I lived in the same complex as many loved ones (who even had been known to come into my apartment and make coffee before I was awake. Gee, I still miss Colleen). College was very cool that way, too.

So, leaving school, I assumed it was a quality of living that belonged to those times and places.

Sometimes I wonder how different my dear husband's school experience is, never having lived on campus.

In any case, now the two of us find ourselves in a lovely place, grateful for good friends who come by regularly. Or who let us come over to their houses (especially to play RockBand). Ah, the good life.

Thanks, friends.

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On another subject (which connects in my mind, but may seem less obvious to you), I confess that I was checking out the statistics of who's been on this blog and learned that someone visited it after a google search for "how to make an invisibility cloak." How rad is that?!?