If you squint your eyes just right, and look way in the back, behind the front buildings, you will see a bank of tall windows. That is dorm 37. The home of the few couples and the many singles…us being the oldest couple of all. I don’t know what that means, but I’m trying not to read ‘their age will help keep things settled down’ into that thought. This building (aka – the place of the flood, see previous article) is our soon to be former home of the last 2 months. What a wonderful time of meeting and greeting like minded friends – married and single.

Already, I am homesick for the close comraderie of the music, laughter, smells of cooking, singing, doors slamming, shared experiences…but especially the friends. It seems impossible to go so deep so fast in so short a time. But it’s true. Our common bond of belief in Jesus opens doors and hearts quicker than the blink of an eye. Or two eyes.

Take, for example, the numerous offers of wheels (a much-appreciated commodity here on our way-out-in-the-middle of not much campus) ~ even a spare key for use whenever! That is love and trust. Well, methinks pity for the old folks.  Open doors, game nights, hanging out, sharing, ”do you have some____? fill in the blank“, mystery foods in the common kitchenettes, group worship, folding each other’s laundry…I thought I would miss being in a quad apartment, but the chance to live with even more family members was awesome. A very excellent thing about the dorm is the lower rate of germ abundance. We had some illnesses, but not nearly as much as the constantly recycling bacteria/virus pool in the quads. Pass the hand sanitizer please.

I hate that our time is over and we are being scattered to the four winds. To my new friends – and family – bon voyage. Until we meet again. With much love and prayers…

And for those of you who KNOW Kevin, he really needed the dorm experience. 😉