Sunday Small Talk

I’m sitting here on my favorite porch. I used to live in the house behind this porch, and have spent many a morning, afternoon, and evening sitting in this very spot. I’ve spent time relaxing, talking, working, thinking, grilling, eating. I love this porch.

IMG_0350If you were sitting here with me– enjoying this cool morning and being serenaded by birds’ chirping– I would tell you how great this weekend has been. I would attempt to share how grateful I am for my story and for the people I’ve had the privilege to live with and work with and know. I would tell you about a few of the experiences I had here and how much I grew through them.

And I would talk about this town and how great it is. How I love this porch we’re sitting on. How I miss the coffee shop down the hill and the ice cream parlor and the restaurants and the park and the lake and the trail. How I miss walking and running and kayaking this town’s streets and paths and coastline.

Then we would inevitably come back around to the people. We’re all bonded by the common experience of this town and this organization we all love. And there’s nothing like that bond. There is nothing like community. A community drawn from different states and different life experiences, different joys and different trials.

This is what life is about. Community. And it’s short little glimpses of it–just like this one–that remind me community is worth sacrificing for, worth seeking out. It’s worth the fight to maintain through moves and marriages and children and jobs. It’s worth it.