Here at the JC we are all pretty close. I'd say we're even closer than family. Seriously I think any activity we have here is less awkward than a family party.
My roommates are the greatest. John is my nook buddy, and talks in his sleep. He has his call for the Baltic Mission and he is going to be studly. Dustin Westley is a fellow east coaster. He hails from Virginia and he served his mission in Rochester, so we throw out New York references here and there. And then there is Sawyer. He has a mustache. And he is studying psychology. The combination of it all is pretty clear. We end up having epic discussions late at night. The last Epic went about as follows:
The Epicsode
Monday night I come back to the apartment and its just me and Sawyer. Now I know any girl who has half a brain would want to have Sawyer all to herself, so I wasn't about to waste this opportunity. Lately I've been having an internal struggle to try and figure out what is best for this upcoming Summer. I really want to go to Mexico, but that hasn't been feeling as right as I want it to lately. With all of these difficult, ponderous life decisions to make, I was just about ready to collapse from the burlesque weight of the matter. As my friend and aspiring psychologist, Sawyer doubles as my therapist. I routinely psychoanalyze myself and Sawyer's perspective is not only refreshing, but enlivening as well.
I present him with my dilemna as far as future plans go, and he looks at me and says, "Idk." I figured that was helpful enough, cause at least our analysis was on the same page. Before closing up the books and wrapping up the case, we started talking about the inevitable. Girls. Luckily the talking ended and the conversation picked up again and we hashed out something a bit deeper than my problems. Revelation.
Following revelation is like running in the dark. You don't know what lies ahead, or really where you're going, but it feels good. Running with someone is always comforting. Although Sawyer is not my eternal running buddy, he fills in pretty nicely for the time being. I didn't really think about it, but I'm still growing spiritually even though I don't feel like I'm growing. It's more of a growing out than a growing pain anymore, but it still requires a little work nonetheless.
Instead of going to Mexico, I'm sitting on a pile of going nowhere for right now. Can't say its the most reassuring thing to be in the dark, but I do know that I could and should be enjoying now instead of worrying about the future. The curriculum for my growth oddly involves enjoying the moment. And I shall enjoy. Every moment.
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| Me, John, Sawyer in the Orson Hyde Garden |
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