family lovin'

In all seriousness, I think about family a lot and how fluid of an idea family can be. In London, it took only one conversation for me to be able to mentally address my flatmates as my family away from home. Just thinking about how we all were okay immediately with the idea that "everyone poops... and we all have our alone time" really made me realize how fortunate we were. With almost any other group of 5 college aged women I think we probably could have made them vomit within minutes, and that is exactly how I like it.

A year has passed since the 5 empresses of West Brompton lived under the same roof, but while we were apart we remained a solid bunch. It really takes dedication and strong love to make friendships transcend the thousands of miles our lives can separate us at times. Though we are no longer living together, I still feel that solid connection exists between us, like that giant cable under the ocean joining the US with Europe.

Remember that scene in Donnie Darko where those bizarre wormhole like tubes were guiding people through life? I would like to think that there is another aspect of us, more specifically our hearts and our passions that guide us, and if we just had an extraterrestrial way of looking at the world we might be able to actually see what pulls at our heartstrings. A tangible, visual representation of our true emotions. Imagine the situations that would come up... no longer could we lie to ourselves about how we feel. Chilling, no?

I realize this is a pretty cliched post, but I was feeling pretty sappy and was a bit of a mushpile.