I Can See the Stars From Way Down Here

The Bunfords are back. It's good. The fridge is full and there's no eerie-ness about the night.

It's been good hearing about their experiences. One would think it would make me incredibly homesick, but in all actualities, it made me less homesick. I got to live vicariously through them, and they brought me some good ole Jif creamy (reduced fat of course [because they are English]). I like sharing the house.

Sarah Bailey (because one can't just say "Sarah" when talking to/about her), Adrian, Michael, Euan, and I just sat around church and talked. It was good. Reminded me of home. I like them.