There's nothing quite like a reunion between old friends. Six months ago, we had sat in a quaint little room with sunlight streaming through the windows, huddled around a small table with a pot of Shin ramyun, discussing both change and nostalgia. A Last Supper of sorts I suppose, all of us were going to be walking different paths; we would essentially be living different lives. It's an unspoken question, the same one we all had when we graduated, "Will this change? Will we remain friends? Ever see each other again?" We all understood the changes that life could bring, changes that could break promises simply through silence.



And yet, there we were again, in the same room, sans table. Sitting around two boxes of pizza, solemnly passing around a bottle of Fanta. The conversation would turn from silly to more deeper ideas and right back to silly as conversations between good friends usually happen.

A tiny Bible!

 There's a peace in simply sitting around with the people you love that can calm any weary soul. I feel a peace with which I may now march into my new semester with new hope and courage. Invigorated and knowing that I march my own path much like my friends march their own. We may not be able to march side by side, but we are marching together.

Mickey <3 a pomeranian poodle mix. Not my own (I wish!).

He was falling asleep not long after this photo :]