Great taste, less filling

Well, clearly I am not updating my blog daily. I don't think I'm good at doing anything daily. Not even sleeping. Sure I get some amount of sleep daily, but it's not consistent in quality or quantity. Wait -- OK, I do shower daily. I guess I'm OK at the morning routine -- if only because it's the one time in the day where sheer routine is a necessary substitute for any brain power. If only I could go to work at 11am, then I could build the blog into my morning routine.

Anyway. So I've quoted a beer commercial. It kind of sums up a lot of the times I've spent here with these kids in the house, talking about absolutely nothing over a pint, or two, or more. It's fun, but then I wake up the next day and I realize I still feel empty. The most real times here have been when I've hung out with the Wobbrocks, with my relatives who came from Vancouver to visit, with my housemates and neighbors when we talk about the things we struggle with, like drugs or people dying or our thoughts on God. I feel sad for my housemates. I'm sure on some level we all struggle with our meaning and purpose and fulfilment. If the 20s is what they're living out, then I'm glad I'm spending mine in school. (Although, I could've done with just one backpacking trip through Europe...)

James surprised me with flowers at the house today(!). (No, of course he didn't come out here himself, although that would've been really great.) It was so comforting to have a visible reminder of how all my important relationships are still there, just waiting for me back home. John Creasy said once in church that at the end of life, people really just care about two things: that they were loved well, and that they loved others well.