Reflecting on the Present

There is something so innocent about love. Something almost magical. It can be real or it can be lust, it can appear in the form of a heart or a shadow on the wall. It can permanent or temporary-but you never forget those loves. Perhaps it's the fact that nothing can tear it apart, everything feels like the first time and love really does seem like all you need. The hands in the photo below are my two housemates, Sara (left) and Patty (right). Together, these best friends have been through some great time and some sad times. We've lost a friend's mother (*we will always remember you, Mrs. R- on this 1 year anniversary of her passing 9.17.07*), stressed over finals, dealt with loud neighbors, lived with rude people, laughed at movies, gone on daytrips, cooked together and everything in between. We are a family, and we share our lovely New Brunswick home. And as they say, home is where the heart is. To my 68H family, you complete me- even when I don't say it- it's there. I may not always take the time, and I may not always be around for Monday night dinners and Thursday night TV, but it is our own kind of love. Together, like these hands, we support each other and give each other just what we need. Just when you think TV has lost all reality and gone completely to scripted, dramatic nonsense, you feel yourself getting sucked in. My new TV obsession is One Tree Hill- I now catch myself mimicking phrases and actions from the show. Perhaps its the simple desire to want to have something new and exciting in my life. I wish I could be inside their lives.