Nearly four months ago Preceptor greeted Jenna, Courtney and I at the door at 6 in the morning and showed us our room.  He had stayed up all night in anticipation of our arrival.  It really, really, eerily seems like just yesterday.  How is that possible?  How can the (probable) finest four months of my life actually be coming to a close?  This is very sad.  As happy as I will be to see everyone at home (and I will be!) I must admit it will be remarkably difficult to leave this place.  This place has been very good to me.

Then again I can’t get too worked up about leaving because I still have a Reformation paper and a liturgy take-home test to do.  haha.  Gives me something to do while everyone else is hard at work, that’s for sure.  We can be all hard at work together.

That’s the theme for this week:  together.  I’ll have to write that on the board, I think.

On another note, it will be good to get home because I haven’t listened to any music in a long time because my laptop AND my cd player are broken.  What a catastrophe.  For real.

Almost every night we grill out now.  And we sit at the picnic tables outside and have a real fun time.  I like that.  I love living communally.  Next year I’m going to be so alone in my little RA room in Gross.  It’ll be good and sad at the same time.  I don’t think anything can trump the living experience I’ve had here, though.  Cooking with friends every night, hanging out in the commons knowing someone is bound to come through, sharing pericope misery in the library, always somebody outside smoking, etc, etc.  I love the amount of people.  This house has the amount of people just right.  And they were the right people, too.  We mesh very well.  We get along.  We have fun.  We can talk and be absurd.  It’s great.  There’s always someone.

I  need to stop being melodramatic.  But there’s no question about  it:  I need to come back here at some point.  Whether it’s just to visit or whatever.  I don’t know what I’ll do, but I have to at least come back and at least acknowledge that I was here, some time ago, for four months.  That I crossed the sea and lived in England for a semester and had a swell time.  That I saw some things that I really needed to see, that have benefited myself and the nature of my growth, etc.  And now I’m just rambling.

Josh is doing the children’s service tomorrow.  He gets to talk to Hettie the puppet Chipmunk or whatever.  They don’t sing children’s songs at the children’s service.  They sing hymns.  Well, one time they sang “blind man,” but their version of blind man has the words “vicarious atonement” in it.  Tap Tap’s kids are that smart, and apparently the others are, too.  I got a huge, hilarious laugh out of that.  That reminds me of my family reunion, and that’s another reason to be happy to go home.  Come to think of it, I have plenty of reasons.  But does that make leaving any easier?  You’re right, it doesn’t.

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