So I made gooey ghirardelli brownies.
I needed a pan though, so I headed down the hall to Brian's dorm to borrow one (seriously, I love men who cook).
Later, when our kitchen was filled with the aroma of fresh-baked brownies, Manny from building 8 poked his head in and cut himself a corner. We burned our fingers on the molten chocolate.
As I helped myself to a piece, Matt next door texted with an invitation to share his freshly-brewed coffee. I scooped up another block of chocolatey decadence for him and headed over. He nibbled away on his brownie and I curled up on his couch sipping my steaming coffee and we talked about neuro-science and sociopsychology.
I love the constant flow of friends and casual conversation we engage in. Our door is always propped open, and I never know who's grinning face will appear in the doorframe. We have all perfected the art of gliding; someone will come in, sit down, share in a card game or guitar song or laugh or whatever's on the stove, we'll talk about something amusing or frustrating, and then they'll head out. And I do the same with their dorms. It's like a huge family.
I love us.