Many refer to the city I live in as the black hole. Those of us who come here for college or seminary try desperately to not get stuck here or sucked back in. I left for parts unknown after graduation, only to be sucked back in a couple of years later for The Hubs to go to school. And seven years later we. are. still. here.
As hard as that is to accept some days, living just a couple of miles from my alma mater has it's advantages. This week one of my college friends is in town for missions training, and another friend decided to drive five or six hours to come visit us.
On Saturday we sat at Ruby Tuesdays eating salad. I couldn't help but think how much we had changed and yet how much we were still those nineteen year old girls, asking the tough questions and laughing at ridiculousness. I saw beauty and depth and strength and wisdom in my friends this weekend. I remembered our hopes and dreams for our days on Walther 2nd South, and over lunch I breathed in our questions and aspirations for the days ahead. I wanted to box it all up and take it home with me, to open whenever I needed reminding about who I am at my core.
They say you can't go home again, but this weekend was pretty darn close.